Chapter 2: Morgan
BOS entry included
There's a new girl at school. Ariah Woodhouse. She's very pretty and a blood witch. I could sense it a mile away. Her powers are strong. Very strong. I mentioned it to Hunter and he suggested that I should be friends with her, see who she is and find out her clan. I could tell that she knew nothing about Wicca.
Morgan
"Class," Miss Herron announced. "This is Ariah Woodhouse. She's new to Widow's Vale. Please make her feel welcome." Ariah was about my 5 foot with straight auburn hair, big green eyes, olive skin and a nervous expression. Her clothes were incredible! I had to ask her where she got them from!
"Well, Ariah, where can we sit you...?" Miss Herron's gaze was fixed on me. "How about next to Morgan?" Ariah looked at me and her face turned white. Without warning, she suddenly raced out of the classroom. I, along with everyone else in the room, was shocked! What was wrong with me? Oh, God. Please don't say she had heard Alisa or my own sister whispering about my "scary" witch powers! I didn't want her turning against me. Something made me want to be friends with her.
That's why at lunch time I invited her to come sit with the rest of Kithic. She looked surprised, but reluctantly agreed. When we sat down, her eyes widened at the sight of Raven. She was dressed to offend in a see-through corset top and skin-tight leather pants. A generous amount of cleavage was on show and I noticed that she'd had a new tattoo done. A silver pentacle on her right shoulder.
"Guys," I announced. "This is Ariah!" They all mumbled a polite hello. "Ariah, this is Bree, Ethan, Robbie, Raven, Sharon, Jenna and Matt." I pointed to each of them in turn.
"Hi," Ariah said quietly and we all noticed that she was British. Her accent was very similar to Hunter's.
"So you're new here?" Sharon asked, trying to make Ariah feel welcome. Suddenly, Sharon and Ariah launched into a conversation about the latest clothes, comparing English taste to American taste. I struggled to hold my laughter in. Ariah was such a funny, kind person. Maybe she could join Kithic...
"Hey, Ariah," I butted in. "Wanna come to a party on Saturday night at my boyfriend's house?" Bree and the other members of Kithic grinned knowingly.
"Sure, I'd love to," She said excitedly. "Oh, bum. My Dad won't be able to take me and I don't have my own car anymore!"
"No probs," I said smoothly. "I can pick you up in my car. What's your phone number and address?" I watched as she scribbled the information down on a piece of paper.
"So I'll see you at about six?" Ariah nodded as I spoke. She was an official member of the crew.