Kyle decided to keep his head out of the clouds today; he had a long walk ahead of him. He looked around at the foliage and his breath as it sliced through the crisp autumn air. The leaves silently glided downward from their branch perches and made the entire town of BridgeWater look like it was aflame. Many had been caught up in the tourist season and managed to stay for life. Kyle had to admit it was a beautiful site. Continuing his fast pace, he almost ran into several people heading off for work and school. BridgeWater had been a melting pot for decades, so it's no wonder there was so many different peoples. He passed a group of kids all dressed in black with their hair dyed various unnatural colors. He also noticed that some of them were wearing pentacle necklaces. He involuntarily fingered his own, pulling it out from under his shirt, and running his fingers along the cool silver. Too bad not many people really know what these symbols mean, he thought. But hey, maybe they're witches too; there were plenty of them in this small town. He seriously doubted it though. Kyle then realized he was at school already, and it was still crowded at the doors. He thought he had been late, but it appears he was right on time. As he made it to his locker and started to put in his combo, Branden came up behind him. "Hey," Kyle said as Branden approached.

"Hey, I talked to the gang and they said that it was fine and they would all be there," Branden responded.

Kyle knew that Branden was a particularly 'big' kid but didn't really say anything most of the time. The truth was... all the kids that made fun of him for being 'fat' are the ones he could take down with no problem. Another thing that he found strange was Branden's hair. It was like autumn leaves, a shocking reddish orange. And once again, there it was. Those eyes, so empty looking, boring into Kyle's skull.

"Great," Kyle finally said. "And what about the ritual, can you go."

"Yea, my parents said I could go," Branden responded.

Kyle walked to his first class, English, thinking of how cool the ritual was going to be, and the séance. Kyle walked in the room and saw Kayla sitting in the back. She flung her oak- brown hair over her other shoulder as he approached. Kayla and her precious hair. Her brown eyes stared off into space. She probably gets them from her Indian mother, he thought. Those eyes could always tell if you were lying. Always. He had only just met her earlier in this school year, and they had become friends almost instantly. Kayla had found out that Kyle was Wiccan, and she needed another person to talk to when things were boring. Kyle figured that they were such good friends because Kayla was Hindu and they both got crap from all the people in school who don't understand them.

"Hey, did Branden tell you that the séance is at ten on the thirty-first?"

"Yea," she responded. "So who's 'spirit' are we 'calling' at the séance?" Kayla asked.

"I don't know?" "Maybe we'll just let them come to us," Kyle said with a smile.

"Yea, well just make sure nothing tries to kill me or there'll be hell to pay." She said with a laugh.