Silver Eyes

Red Eyes

It was Monday morning after seeing the movie Saturday night and I was in a relatively good mood. I walked briskly into the school building, and then down the hall to my locker. A few of my books fell out onto the floor, when I opened it and I shoved them back in as usual, exchanging a sweatshirt for a few notebooks that I needed before slamming the door shut with a metallic clunk. Some bracelets slipped out before it shut, so I picked them up, and added them to the three studded cuffs I already had on.

"Nice!" I heard a familiar voice approach me from behind along with her familiar presence. I turned to Marnie who had a gorgeous smile on her tan face as she strode over in black, heeled combat boots and a short lacey black skirt. She walked like a cat and the look of her golden-brown eyes also reminded me of a cat.

"I don't feel like cleaning it out." I admitted.

"I can help if you want." She offered, as we moved off towards the table in synchrony.

"You don't have to. It's horrendous in there." I answered dramatically, making her roll her eyes. "Besides, I'm putting it off. I don't want to deal with it yet." I told her stubbornly. She shook her head with a smile.

"I bet your room looks like that too." She joked knowingly.

"I- it's not that bad." I stammered in defense. Her laugh rung out in the hall before we pushed through the door to the lawns.

"Well, when you're ready, I don't mind helping. I'm pretty good at organizing."

"Oh, are you Wiccan?" Cassidie asked Marnie when we sat down, pointing a shiny black fingernail at Marnie's silver pentacle pendant.

"Uh, yeah." Marnie said, her attitude seeming to change immediately in the presence of the others. She seemed defensive about being Wiccan, but this didn't phase Cassidie, who held her smile and kept her expression light effortlessly.

"Me too!" She exclaimed, using both hands to move her hair out of the way and pull a gold necklace from under her white blouse. A small gold pentacle dangled from the thin chain, catching the sun as it swung back and forth catching the sunlight. This gesture didn't evoke any change in expression from Marnie, who still looked skeptical.

"Oh," she sounded bright, but didn't look it. "What branch are you in?"

"Dianic." Cassidie said proudly.

"Hm." Marnie mused, dropping her stern skepticism. "Gardenerian."

"I don't know what that means." I whispered to Scarlet, who responded with a shrug and an oblivious face, her eyes wide and her mouth pulled down into a crescent-shaped frown. When Marnie laughed, I knew she had heard me.

"Maybe we should show you." Marnie said with a silky voice. "Do you have a coven?" she asked turning to Cassidie.

"No, it's just me and Milo, but we were thinking of introducing Wicca to the rest of you guys." She explained, looking around the table at the three of us, who each looked a little shocked and confused. Damien and Scarlet's eyes looked like there was no thought process going on behind them.

"I would like that." I spoke up in determination. "I'm very interested in Wicca." I told them, trying to stifle the thoughts about Wicca being for crazy people. I was willing to give it a chance. I didn't know any of their rituals or anything, but I knew they worshiped nature and I definitely loved the idea of a coven. I really wanted to be a part of something, even if others thought I was crazy for it.

"I think you're a witch, Silver. I can feel it." Marnie told me, making Scarlet and Damien exchange a disturbed look like they were having a hard time taking her seriously.