"I have to get home," I heard myself say, as if from a great distance. I tucked my herb book under my sweater. Then I pulled my gaze away from Cal's face and walked out of the room, feeling like I was sinking knee-deep into a sponge with every step.
On the way downstairs I gripped the handrail tightly. Outside, the rain swept across my face. I blinked and hurried toward Das Boot. My car was freezing inside, with icy vinyl seats and a cold steering wheel. My wet, cold hands turned the key in the starter.
The words kept throbbing in my head. Blood witch. Blood witch. Blood witch.
CHAPTER 17 Trapped
"In 1217 witchfinders imprisoned a Vikraut witch. Yet on the following morn the cell was empty. Thus comes the saying 'Better to kill a witch three times than to lock her up once. for a witch cannot be contained."
— Witches, Mages, and Warlocks,
Altus Polydarmus, 1618
October. I've put away my old journal. This is my first entry into my Book of Shadows. I don't know if I'm doing it right. I've never seen another BOS. But I wanted to document my coming alive, this autumn, this year. I'm coming alive as a witch, and it's the happiest and the scariest thing I've ever done.
"And it was just so amazing," I said, peeling the top off my yogurt. "The whole garden was laid out in eight spokes, like the sabbat wheel. All these plants for healing and cooking. And they were all nuns! Catholic nuns!" I spooned up some yogurt and looked around my lunch table.
We were in the school cafeteria, and Robbie had made the mistake of casually asking how the church trip had gone on Sunday—his family goes to my church. Now I wouldn't shut up about it.
"You gotta watch those nuns," Robbie said, drinking his milk shake.
"Gosh, it is just everywhere." Jenna shook her head. She wiped her lips with a paper napkin and pushed her hair back over her shoulders. "Now that I know about it, it seems like traces of Wicca are everywhere I look. My mom was talking about going up to Red Kill to buy a pumpkin for Halloween, and I realized where that tradition really comes from."
"Hey," said Ethan sleepily, sinking into a chair next to Sharon. "Sup?" His eyes were red, and his long ringlets were clotted above his collar.
Sharon looked at him in disgust, edging away from him as if he would get dirt on her pristine tartan skirt and white oxford shirt. "Are you ever not stoned?" she asked.
"I'm not stoned now," Ethan said. "I have a cold."
I glanced over at him and could sense his muzzy headed-ness and stuffed-up sinuses.
"Ethan doesn't smoke anymore," Cal said quietly. "Right, Ethan?"
Ethan looked irritated and opened a can of cranberry juice from the school machine. "That's right, man. I get high on life," he said.
Cal laughed.
"Next you'll be telling me I have to be a damn vegetarian or something," Ethan grumbled.
"Anything but that," Robbie said sarcastically.
Sharon wiggled away from Ethan, looking prissy. Gold bracelets clinked on her wrist, and she speared a piece of teriyaki chicken with a chopstick.
"Watch out for her cooties," Beth whispered to Ethan. Today she wore a diamond in her nose and another diamond bindi on her forehead. She looked exotic, her green eyes glowing catlike against her dark skin.
Sharon made a face at her as Ethan started laughing and choked on his juice.
Bree and I shared a look, then Bree's eyes fastened on Cal. Steadfastly I went back to eating my yogurt. We sat there, overflowing our lunch table designed to seat eight: me and Bree; Raven and Beth, with their nose rings and dyed hair and mehendi tattoos; Jenna and Matt, the perfect couple; Ethan and Robbie, scruffy and rough; Sharon Goodfine, stuck-up princess; and Cal, tying us all together, giving us something in common. He looked around the table at us, seeming happy to be here, glad to be with us. We were the privileged nine. His new coven, if we wanted to be.
I wanted to be.
"Morgan! Wait!" Jenna called as I headed to my car. It was Friday afternoon, another week gone. I waited for her to catch up and shifted my backpack to the other shoulder.
"Are you coming to the circle tomorrow night?" Jenna asked when she was close enough. "It's going to be at my house. I thought we could make sushi."
I felt like an alcoholic being offered a cold, strong drink. The thought of going to another circle, feeling the magick coiling through my veins, having that magickal intimacy with Cal, practically made me want to whimper.
"I really want to," I said hesitantly.
"Why wouldn't you come?" she asked, her eyes confused. "You seem so interested in Wicca. And Cal said you have a gift for it."
I sighed. "My parents are totally against it," I explained. "I'm dying to come, but I just can't face the scene at home if I do."
"Tell them I'm having a party," Jenna said. "Or that you're sleeping over at my place. We missed you last week. It's more fun when you're there."
I grinned wryly. "You mean no one fell over, clutching her chest?"
She laughed. "No," she said. "But Cal said you were just extra sensitive, right?"
Matt walked up and put his hand around Jenna's waist and she smiled up at him. I wondered if they ever fought, ever questioned their love for each other.
"That's me," I said. "Sensitive Morgan."
"Well, try to come if you can," Jenna said.
"Okay," I said. "I'll try. Thanks."
I got in my car, thinking how nice Jenna was and how I had never known it because before this we had always been in different social groups.
"We're just going to hang out. You want to come?" Mary K. asked me on Saturday night. "Jaycee's rented some cheesy movie, and we're going to eat popcorn and make fun of it."
I smiled at her. "Sounds almost irresistible. But somehow I'm managing to resist it. Bree and I may see a movie. Will Bakker be at Jaycee's?"
Mary K. shook her head. "No. He and his dad went to a Giants game in New Jersey."
"Are things okay with him?" I asked.
"Uh-huh." Mary K. brushed her hair until it was shiny and smooth, then looped it up in a ponytail in back. She looked adorable and casual, perfect for hanging out at a girlfriend's house.
Soon after Mary K. rode off into the chilly night to bike the half mile to Jaycee's house, my mom and dad came into the living room, all dressed up.
"Where's the show at?" I asked, propping my socked feet up on the couch.
"Where's the show playing," my mom corrected my grammar.
"That too," I said, and gave her a smile. She made a mock-disapproving face.
"Over in Burdocksville," she answered, fastening a pearl necklace around her neck. "At the community center. We should be back by eleven or so, and we told Mary K. we'd pick her up on the way home. Leave a note if you and Bree decide to go out."
"Okay," I said.
"Come on, Mary Grace, we're going to be late," my dad said.
"Bye, sweetie," my mom called. Then they were gone, and I was alone in the house. I ran upstairs and changed into an Indian-print top and a pair of gray pants. I brushed my hair hard and decided to leave it down. I even opened the bathroom drawer, looked at Mary K.'s huge collection of eye shadows and blushes and concealers. I had no idea what to do with most of the stuff and didn't have time to learn, so I just put on a layer of lip gloss and headed for the door.
Jenna lived in Hudson Estates, a fairly new subdivision filled with mansions. I grabbed my keys and a jacket and shoved my feet into my clogs. I was thinking, Circle, circle, circle, and my mind was spinning with excitement. As I was opening the door to leave, the phone rang.