Bridgette didn't sleep at all that night. She was way to excited about – about life in a way. She was officially Wiccan now. Not to mention leader of their coven! When it was finally morning, she practically danced out of bed as she flung herself in the direction of her alter. Bridgette's alter was located on her desk. Actually, it completely invaded her desk. She preferred to do her homework on the floor.

Her alter was covered by a white tablecloth patterned with small gold pentacles. Perched on the table cloth were two tall candles, two sculptures of the god and goddess, a tradition incense holder, a wand and dagger she had purchased from a prestigious Wiccan store, two glass chalices (one filled with salt and the other with water), and a white glass bell with gold detailing. Lighting her incense, she began with prayer; "Oh Goddess, almighty figure who watches over me, I praise you with thanks of the leadership role you have bestowed upon me. Please guide me to lead my coven with courage and open heart. I pray for myself that I never fail you and you magnificent ways,"

After her prayer, she skipped to her washroom. When she noticed the oil residue on her forehead, she smiled. "Maybe I don't have to wash my face today," she thought as she gazed at her reflection. After brushing her teeth and pulling on a blue hoodie and long white shorts, she felt it was time to have some breakfast. On her journey down the stairs, she passed her mothers room. Coming from it was loud music and her mother's voice. Bridgette's mother still possessed a strong passion for the religion. Every morning Bridgette's mother would praise her alter with loud music in skyclad. This taught Bridgette to never interrupt her mother while she was praying.

Making her way downstairs, Bridgette was greeted by her father. Bridgette's family had a strange dynamic. Bridgette's parents weren't married, and never intended on being so. Both of them never really believed in marriage. They were eternally in love and didn't need a ceremony to 'finalize' it. So Bridgette was, in technical terms, a bastard. She didn't mind though. She had a father and mother who loved her. What more could she ask for?

"I heard someone became the leader of their coven last night," sang Bridgette's father as Bridgette assembled a bowl of cereal. When she joined him at the table, he reached over and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm so proud of you Bridgette,"

"Thanks Fillmore," giggled Bridgette. Bridgette referred to her parents by their first names. They had taught her from a young age to never label someone. But sometimes Bridgette thought they took it a bit too far.

A honk from outside alerted Bridgette and her father. Looking through the window, Bridgette saw her carpool waiting for her outside. "Bye Fillmore," she called to her father as she ran outside.

The second Bridgette left the door, loud cheers and applause greeted her from her carpool. "And now, finally gracing us with her presence, the one, the only, the sexy, Brrrrrrrridgette!" called Geoff from the driver's seat in his best 'announcers' voice. The other passengers cheered along as Bridgette hopped into the passengers seat.

Upon entering the car, Bridgette kissed Geoff on the cheek. The two had been dating since the first time they met. They both attended the same elementary school and first started going out when Geoff was in eight grade and Bridgette was in seventh. When Geoff left for high school Bridgette had fallen apart, and was now dreading when Geoff would have to leave for university.

In the back seat sat two of Geoff's closest friends; DJ and Owen. DJ had dark skin and was quite muscular. Owen, on the other hand, had lighter skin and was quite big from the enormous amounts of food he ate. However, the three boys had been friends for their whole lives. When Bridgette started dating Geoff, the two boys welcomed her into the group with open arms.

"Where were you last night, dudette! I tried calling your cell, but you didn't answer," said Geoff with a pout.

"Aww Geoff!" said Bridgette with a sudden swarm of guilt consuming her heart. "I'm sorry, honey. I was busy last night-"

"What were you up to?" asked DJ with genuine interest. Bridgette loosened her seat belt and turned to face the two boys in the back.

"I was having my induction ceremony. I'm a Wiccan now!" squealed Bridgette.

Bridgette was probably the most open with her religion. She didn't care how many of her friends knew, it wouldn't really matter anyway. She knew that they would still accepted her for who she was and not what she believed.

"Way to go, Bridge!" complemented Owen. However, confusion suddenly struck his face. "Ahh … what's Wiccan?" he asked scratching the top of his head.

Bridgette giggled some. "It's a religion were we celebrate mother earth and all of her creations," she explained in the simplest terms.

Owen still gave her a confused look. He didn't really seem to grasp the concept of praise anything other than food. "So … what do you do?" he asked.

Bridgette thought for a moment. "Well, we say a lot of prayers, read fortunes, make the occasional potion-"

"Potion!" gasped Owen. "What does that mean?"

"It's means they're witches," said DJ is his 'scary' voice. DJ wasn't quite good a scaring people, and he never wanted to make anyone scared anyway. But he had to admit, it was fun to give Owen the heebee-jeebees.

"Witches?"

"Well yeah … but the good kind of witches – we're good witches," assured Bridgette over and over again.

"Like – like Glinda?" asked Owen in a shaky voice.

Bridgette giggled at the Wizard of Oz reference. "Yes Owen, like Glinda,"

A small smile crept onto Owen's face. "Oh… okay then," he said, letting his smile grow to full potential.

"That's sounds quite exciting, girl," noted DJ

"Not only that – the other two members of my coven choose me as the leader!"

"You go girl!" said DJ as he and Bridgette exchanged a high five.

"That's my woman! Running coven's like a bad ass mo' fo'!" said Geoff loudly.

"What's a coven?" asked Owen from the back.

They reached school in little to no time. Geoff screeched his car into the school parking lot, making everyone aware of his arrival. As he sped around, looking for a parking space, his car received many waves and cheers from other students.

Lake Beach Academy was a small school, so almost all of the students knew each other. And to the cities surprise, they were all somewhat good friends if not acquaintances. Lake Beach Academy was quite a liberal school. The classes were laid back, and so were the teachers. Most of the kids that attended their were pretty chill. But perhaps that best feature of the school was the fact that it was placed next to a beach. Yes, the lake was polluted to the rim, but it was still nice to look at. If the weather permitted, most classes would take place on the beach.

When Bridgette exited the car, the first thing she heard was "WHALE HUG!" and before she knew it, a figure jumped out of nowhere and flopped onto Bridgette, sending them both straight to the ground. When Bridgette freed herself, she quickly identified her attacker as one of the craziest redheads she knew.

"Good morning, Izzy," sighed Bridgette.

The boys around her laughed and helped the two girls up. Izzy practically jumped up and giggled. "That's my name, don't wear it out … cause there was this one time that my parents did, and they referred to my as ooh-ahh for a whole week!"

Bridgette raised her eyebrow at her friend. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have believed it. But knowing Izzy, the story may have had some truth to it. "What was with the tackle?" asked Bridgette as she dusted herself off.

"It was a whale hug! But since I didn't really know how whales hugged, I decided to flop on you cause that's what they do! They flop. You know-" Izzy began to repeated the 'flopping' action, but instead, landed on the ground herself. "Whoa, weird!" she commented as Owen helped her up. "Hey! It's Owen!" she yelled as she threw herself into his arms. Owen and Izzy had been a thing for some time now. No one understood Owen's attraction to her. She was cute, but she was also – to put it lightly – crazy. Owen had always said he wanted a girl who could fart as long as him, and burp as loud as him. Izzy could do that, but the group would often fear for his life.

As the group made their way to the building, the first thing they noticed was a boy sitting on the front steps of their school. His black hair was gently shagging over his green eyes. However, it didn't seem to bother him, and he was to busy paying attention to the music that was coming out of the guitar he was playing. "Trent! My, man!" greeted Geoff. Trent looked up and smiled. When they were close enough, they exchanged a knuckle bump of a greeting. "What's up, bro?" asked Geoff.

"Oh, you know. A little of this, a little of that," shrugged Trent "You?"

"Not too much, my man, not too much," Geoff looked around. "Where are your groupies?" he asked with a wink.

Trent looked to the ground and blushed. "Katie and Sadie are going to the bathroom," he replied.

Katie and Sadie were best friends. In fact, they were more then best friends. They wore the same cloths, the finished each other's sentences, they dressed the same-

"They go to the bathroom at the same time?" questioned Bridgette with a worried look on her face "How-?"

"Yeah… it's kinda weird at times," said Trent as an expression of concern spread onto his face.

"Well, have fun with the tunes , bro. See ya in class," said Geoff as he led his group of friends up the steps of the school. Trent gave him a polite wave, then returned to his music.

As the group marched into the hall, the were soon split as runner ran right between them all. He was only stopped when he accidently ran into Geoff, causing them both to fall to the floor. "Making rounds this early, eh Tyler?" commented DJ as he helped the boys up. Tyler nodded, but maintained his serious expression. "2012 Olympic Trials are only a few months away. Gotta practice every chance I get," said Tyler as he jumped from one foot to another. "Sorry about running into you, but no pain, no gain, am I right?"

Geoff started laughing and patted Tyler on the back. "You're right dude, no pain, no gain," he chuckled, obviously not taking the whole training thing seriously. Besides, Geoff was really good at forgiving and forgetting. Tyler nodded, and ran off down the halls, but not before he bumped into at least three other people.

Lucky for them, Geoff and Bridgette had ALL of their classes together. So they were able to spend as much time making out as they did learning about – whatever it was the teacher was talking about.

It was a few minutes into second period when Geoff leaned over and said; "So… this witch thing… are we still going to be able to see each other? I missed you a lot last night," he whimpered.

Bridgette smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "I always have time for you big guy,"

Geoff smiled. "So wait, that necklace that you wore the other day – you know, the one with the star inside the circle?"

"My pentacle?"

"Yeah, that one. Is that like, I Wiccan thing?" asked Geoff.

"Sure is! Here-" Bridgette quickly whipped out a pen, and started to doodle a pentacle onto his arm. When she was finished, she kissed it and Geoff smiled at her. They were about to start making out again, when they were interrupted.

"If you were trying to be Wiccan, than you're doing it wrong – gosh!" said an annoying voice. Bridgette turned and saw Harold. A geeky kid that walked around school saying unnecessary information. Since he went to a school were most of the kids were nice, he was never 'punished' for it. But if he ever went to another school and acted that way, Bridgette was sure he'd get his ass handed to him. And the nerve of that guy 'trying to be wiccan?' who the hell did he think he was talking to.

"Oh yeah? How so?" questioned Bridgette, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

"From his prospective, you drew the pentacle upside down. So what he's actually looking at is a symbol for Satanism,"

"Satanism?" asked Geoff, glancing over to Bridgette.

"Devil worshipers," explained Bridgette with slight disgust. People often got Wicca and Satanism confused. Mostly because of old time thoughts that related witchcraft back to the devil. While she never hated a religion, she hated how people got her confused with something so – evil.

"Whoa – spooky," commented Geoff.

"Yeah… but I don't want to talk about it," said Bridgette, changing the subject.

The day ended quickly for Bridgette, and before she knew it, she was back in Geoff's car, on the way home. Out of the carpool, Bridgette was always that last to be dropped off. This was quite convenient for Geoff, because if there was a small chance that her parents weren't home, she would often invite him in.

"I'll see you tomorrow," said Bridgette, giving Geoff a long kiss on the cheek.

"Hold up babe. I have something for you,"

Bridgette shot him a puzzled look as she watched her boyfriend reach into his back pocket and pull out of small box (about the size of his palm). Bridgette's face lit up immediately. "Geoff-!"

"Open it," he said excitedly.

Bridgette didn't hesitate; she carefully removed the top of the box and gasped when she saw what was inside. Inside was a small silver chain necklace. Attached to it was a big silver pentacle. Bridgette remembered seeing this necklace in a shop a while ago and pointing it out to Geoff. It was really expensive, so she left it.

"Oh My Goddess! Geoff I love it!" she Bridgette as she threw her arms around him.

"You seemed to really love it, and I thought today would be the prefect day to give it to you," he murmured into her ear. Bridgette adjusted her position in order to kiss him passionately on the lips. When they finally broke, Geoff slipped the necklace over Bridgette's head. The chain was pretty big, so the pentacle sat on her ribcage.

Bridgette glanced up at her beloved boyfriend, and trapped his lips in a long, loving kiss. To he dismay, the ring of her cell phone interrupted the two lovers. "Sorry, baby," said Bridgette. Picking up her cell, she saw a text from her father;

'Are you almost home? – Dad'

Bridgette gave her boyfriend an apologetic look. Geoff, however, smiled and gave her a slight nod. "It's okay," he said honestly "I'll see you tomorrow," They shared one last kiss before Bridgette, in deep protest, got out of his car. She watched sadly as Geoff's car drive further and further away.

That night in her room, Bridgette blessed her alter quickly. She was far too tired from doing homework all evening to bless it properly. But knew that if she didn't bless it at all, she would feel extremely guilty the next day. Laying in bed, she closed her eyes quickly, but let a smile stay on her face. She fell asleep soundly, feeling as terrific as she did this morning.

Okay... so I might not up-date for a while cause I haven't really fleshed out the story yet. Stick with me! The next chapter will be up as soon as I can!