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that the first jobs to open were actually pretty promising.
Ross’s career had plateaued in Arizona, and Liza found a very
fitting position at Salem High. Not only were they expanding their
art department and looking for a new art teacher, but their
guidance counselor had, on short notice, decided to make her
maternity leave permanent. Liza’s experience and education made her
a very qualified candidate for both positions.
    Without much more
thought, the Prestons packed their things,
and never looked back.
    Or Ross and Liza never
looked back, at least. Aradia couldn’t really help but do
so.
    She wasn’t sorry to
leave. The only thing she really hated was hate itself, so she
wouldn’t say she had hated Arizona. She had certainly strongly
disliked it, though. Nonetheless, she was reluctant to start the
whole unpleasant process of social isolation over from the
start.
    You never
know , she gave herself a mental pep
talk, you might find exactly what you
are looking for. You might find the one thing you want most in the
entire world right here in Salem. You might find
friends.
    Suddenly, Aradia was no
longer back in Arizona, or contemplating her future. She was back
in the moment, gazing out the window at the sidewalks and buildings
which would be her new home. She was jerked from her reverie with
the realization that her father had just spoken to her.
    “Sorry, what did you
just say?” she asked.
    "Are you sure you're
okay with my driving you to school?" Ross repeated.
    "Of course it is,
Daddy," Aradia confirmed.
    "Sorry. I guess I am
projecting a bit," Ross said sighing.
    Aradia bit her
tongue. You’re not the only one who’s
nervous you know!
    "Hey c'mon, Daddy.
You'll be great. I know you will," she eventually said.
    "Is that run of the
mill motivation or your unique all knowingness?" Ross asked his
daughter, cocking his head to the side with a grin.
    Aradia frowned and
said, "You know, Daddy, just because I can occasionally do the
whole 'Medium' thing, it does not mean I can predict everything
about the future."
    "I know honey, I’m just
teasing you," Ross said smiling.
    Aradia loved it when
her father made light of her abilities. It somehow made them feel
more normal. She smiled despite her own nervousness and said, "The
fact is, Dad, I haven’t been able to sense much at all about what
we can expect here in Salem. It’s kind of weird, actually. I’ve
seen less than usual, and I’ve been trying.”
    “Maybe that’s why
you’ve seen less,” he proposed. “Maybe you need to just let it come
to you.”
    She considered before
replying, “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s weird. Like this place is…
special.”
    Ross didn’t reply to
that.
    After a few moments,
Aradia continued, “I think there are some things in life you need
to see to know for sure, but other things you can figure out
without any psychic flashes."
    "And all of us being
happy in our new home is one of those things?" asked
Ross.
    Aradia grinned, and
though she was anything but certain, she said confidently, "Damn
right."
     

Chapter
Four
     
    As her father drove her
through the main entrance, Aradia noted that Salem High appeared to
be a stereotypical American high school. It was primarily brick and
plaster, with exposed metal struts and enough marble to show it had
some prestige. The individual buildings that made up the school
were all large with almost-opaque windows. The school's name was
embossed in large, bold, red letters near the roof, prominently
displaying both its notability and its notoriety.
    The school itself
seemed isolated. A low fence bordered the school, creating a weak
but meaningful division between the students and the
community.
    As for facilities, it
was equipped with the usual football field and track. Salem High
also boasted a half-Olympic size swimming pool, which was pretty
noteworthy. Aradia couldn’t make those features out yet first hand,
but she could form clear mental images from the pictures she’d seen
on