The leaves flow in the air around my body. Margrett a girl I met at school in this little town in New England said alot of the people around here do witchraft and that it is so cool, as guable as I am I belived her. So , I went to school speaking of witchcraft and they all laughed at me,the girl had lied. But, these girls dressed in a light blue with there high heel shoes and a pound of makeup on told me that the girl Margrett was a werido and no friends and believed in witch craft. They said she always does that to new kids and that I would be perfect for their click. I really did, I always wad beautiful. But, I felt so bad for Margrett and her witchcraft and I turned those popular girls down. Ever since then students and them have always bugged me being with Margrett and whitchcraft, liked I believed that. Me and Margrett never talked about that was one of my rules, but I still was going to be her friend anyway, just never do whitchcraft. Until one day were those girls spray painted on my locker Witch.