Circe Goode has accidentally traveled to 1984. She makes friends, Montana, Chet, Xavier, Ray, and Brooke. They go to Camp Redwood, but are stalked by Serial Killers. (I do not own any characters, except Anubis and Circe.) (I do not own the Scarlet W...
It had been a few months since I landed in 1984. I managed to get myself an apartment by mind controlling the owner.
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He was to never let anyone else have the apartment but me. I changed my appearance to try and fit in a little more with the 1984 style. To solve my money problems, I 'hacked' into ATMs with my magic, taking money from people who didn't really need so much-AKA asshole rich people-. I needed to find a witch to help me. Finding one in general would be difficult, finding one in LA, nearly impossible. I looked for a place that people crowded, it didn't take me long. There was a gym, a dance gym. Jazzercise is what they called it. I joined a couple classes under the name 'Circe Snow'. A tribute to my Aunt Myrtle. I stayed at the back, not wanting to draw much attention to myself. I didn't find witches, I did however find him. Xavier Plympton. He led most of the classes I was in. Every now and then, I could feel his blue eyes on me. One day he caught me in the gym lobby.
"Hey, you're in my classes. Always in the back, though, you keep up with me better than anyone else." He looked down at my ruby amulet.
"Nice necklace." His hand inched closer to my neck, and I pulled back.
"I'm sorry, I should've asked first." He hastily apologized.
"It's fine." I quickly reassured him, "It's just...It was a gift from my mom, and she's....." I trailed off.
"Oh, I'm, um, sorry for your loss?" He said looking at the ground.
I quickly shook my head, laughing, "No. No. She's not dead. She's just.... A long way from here."
"Oh." His hand, messed up his blonde hair.
"You didn't just come over here to compliment me, did you?" I asked, smirking.
"No." He blurted out.
"Oh, so you aren't complimenting me then?"
"No, Yes.... I mean." He stuttered. "I was wondering if you'd want to come hang out with my friends. You're always by yourself. And I just thought...."
"Ok."
"Really?" His eyes lit up, and a goofy smile adored his face.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Xavier Plympton." He said sticking out his hand.
"Circe Snow." I took his and shook it.
I was quickly accepted into their circle.
Montana Duke was a blonde girl, who was obsessed with aerobics. She had an edgy rocker style. She was also very impulsive, extroverted, and extremely horny. Sex was regularly on that girl's mind.
Chet Clancy was a muscular, brown haired guy. Who boasted about his 'god-like abs- every chance he got. He was in line to be in the Olympics.
Ray Powell, was a black guy with short black hair. He was probably the kindest among them.
Finally, there was Xavier Plympton, a blonde guy who tried to act like he was the coolest guy around and a ladies man. In reality, he was very sweet and had big dreams. He wanted to become an actor, and would constantly talk about it.
Xavier would always invite me along, whenever the group was going to do anything. Montana would always make sure that he sat next to me whenever we got something to eat or went to the movies. After a while of Montana constantly doing this, Xavier and I naturally gravitated toward each other. We eventually got together and Montana would always take the credit for it. I loved him, I loved my friends. Even though I was years away from my home, I was happy.
Xavier would always give me his jacket when I was cold. He would try to impress me in different ways, some working others not. He once fell on his ass while roller skating. I laughed while pulling him up saying, that he didn't need to try and impress me. I liked everything about him, and nothing would ever change that.
When the Night Stalker stories first appeared, he refused to let me go anywhere alone, at night. Montana said Xavier was being over protective and that I could kick the Night Stalker's ass. She wouldn't be wrong about that.
The week started off normal, little did I know that a night of hell awaited us.
