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glasses with a nod—“if you want to keep your contacts story straight.”
    I glanced at the case. “Nah. I’m sure I didn’t fool him. Remind me again when I left these at your place?”
    “Not at my place. Downstairs at TC last week. I meant to give them to you and kept forgetting.”
    Students poured out of the classrooms. As usual, discussion shifted to what people had done over the weekend. It was the same every Monday. They discussed movies, parties, and hookups, but only whispered about spells or coven business. Most of the students in covens hung out with their coven sisters and brothers. Solitary practitioners like me were considered weird. I didn’t care. I had Tammy and Hayden, and my cousin Zack, though he’d rather die than admit he had the gift.
    A few smiled and nodded. Or should I say a few smiled at me and nodded at Hayden. She intimidated people. I used to think she did because she was beautiful, but I realized it was the frosty look she gave people. Needless to say, people just assumed she was stuck-up.
    She wasn’t. She was the sweetest and kindest person I knew. She and her mother had been through a lot of crap, so she was naturally wary of people. When they first moved to Windfall during our freshman year, Giselle had tried to recruit her to join her entourage, which would have led to joining their coven, but Hayden had gravitated toward me.
    Giselle, Rosette La Fontaine, and Corrine Raquet walked past, saw us, and laughed as though sharing a private joke at our expense. I made a face, but Hayden didn’t even glance at them. She was good at ignoring people.
    We entered the class to find Mr. Dupree flipping through test papers. “Was it worth it?” he asked without looking up.
    I wondered if I could bullshit my way out of this and fake ignorance. Fat chance of that happening. I sucked at lying. “Yes. Can I finish the test? Maybe redo the ones I skipped?”
    “No, but you can work on this.” He pulled out stapled papers from inside his folder and slid it across the desk. “Bring it back on Wednesday.”
    I flipped through the papers. “Wednesday? There are five pages…” I caught Hayden shaking her head and backed away from Mr. Dupree’s desk. “Thanks, Mr. Dupree. Wednesday it is.”
    “And Miss Devereaux?” he called, and I glanced back. “If you don’t learn to control them, they’ll control you.”
    Cryptic, but spoken like someone who had no idea how my visions worked. They were unpredictable and often involved someone seriously hurt or dying. I couldn’t put them aside for later just because I was in the middle of a class. If someone needed me, I had to help. We headed to our lockers, grabbed our backpacks, and went toward the school entrance.
     
    ~*~
     
    Music swelled and ebbed along the hallways as students disappeared into the rooms for dance, drama, music, and audio tech club. We didn’t have sports teams like Windfall High, but we had amazing performing arts programs.
    Windfall High School had a serious athletic program and was three-time 4A State Champions in football. My cousin Zack was a decent Witch, but an amazing running back. Louisiana Tech Bulldogs had already offered him a full ride to college, and he’d accepted. Since there were no special witchcraft scholarships, I didn’t blame him.
    I was undecided between Loyola and the Uptown—Tulane. My grades, however, hadn’t impressed their admissions offices enough to offer me an academic scholarship. I was an above average student because of my “other activities.” However, being the only daughter of a popular police chief, who might one day run for a higher office, had its perks. College admission was all about what you can offer the school these days.
    Outside school, students with no activities rushed to their cars, bikes, or scooters while some headed to the nearby city bus stop. Our charter school wasn’t in the public school system, so no free bus rides. I guess the parents who started the school