I apologize to all of my fans that have had to wait so long for my slow self to write another chapter. I want this story to be good and really catch people's attention, so I've been trying to get my idea's in order. Once again I ask that you don't flame my story if you don't like it. I do, however, ask you to please let me know if I mispell something or if anything seems off about it. Thank you.

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Chapter Two: (1) A new sweater

"What do you think?" Casey helled up two sweaters. "Chocolate or lavender?"

Emily looked up from an old magazine and eyed them. "Im not sure." She said after a minute of intense thought. "I still don't understand why you won't just bye a new bubblegum one."

She looked shocked. Angrily she said, "No way! Derek is going to replace that sweater and their is no ands, ifs, or buts about it. Now, chocolate or lavender?"

Going back to her magazine Emily said, "I am not going to tell you what sweater looks best on you."

"Why not?" Casey squeaked.

Emily sighed. "Because you'll only wish you had bought the other one later no matter what I choose."

"That's not true."

She gave her a stern look.

"Ok." Casey surrendered, "So maybe it's happened a few times."

"Try every time." Quickly, she flipped through the rest of the magazine and tossed it aside. She wasn't even sure what kind of magazine it had been. It didn't matter anyhow. It was mega-boring.

Casey finally decided on the lavender sweater. It was close to her bubblegum one and would have to do until Derek replaced it. She paid for it and they headed towards 'HandBag Heaven.' Neither of them had been here yet and they were dieing to see the selections.

"O.M.G!" Casey said. She couldn't believe it. "Em."

"I know. Designer hand bags at an affordable price. I could cry."

They ran into the store giggling.

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Chapter Two: (2)

"Bye Derek." Nora handed him a list of chores and started towards the car. He swiped Marti up and tickled her until she begged him to stop. When he quit she got serious. "Im only going to be gone for the weekend Derek. Im going to miss you."

He hugged her and told her that it would be ok and that she would see him when she got back. She squeezed him harder, then pushed him away and ran to catch up with Nora. He locked the door behind her and plopped back down into his chair. The lock clicked and Casey rushed in. "Where are they going?" She asked in a high pitched voice. He winced at the sound of it.

"Your a great daughter Casey." He said flicking the channel.

"What do you mean?" Was her reply.

"Nora's been talking about that buisness trip for a month now and you just forget." He turned the t.v. off and stood up. "You even had a giggly conversation about the shopping scene up there. "

She growled and pushed him back. He fell over the arm of his chair and it tipped over taking him with it. Casey laughed so hard that she thought she might pee herself. She laughed even harder when Derek jumped up and tried to act like nothing had happened.

"It wasn't that funny." He mumbled.

She shook her head and tried to tell him that it was, but she couldn't stop laughing.

He made a face at her and headed to his room. Casey laughed even after she couldn't hear his footsteps on the stairs. She layed on the floor and helled her stomache trying to catch her breath. "That felt good." She whispered to herself after she could breath again.

Emily opened the last one of her library books and breathed in the waxy smell. She felt giddy. After she finished this one she would be able to go back to the library and get more. After reading a few more pages she shut the book.

"Spells, potions, materials/ingredients." Sometimes her thoughts came out of her mouth instead of swimming in her head. "This is a spell book." She covered her mouth in hopes that her mother hadn't heard her. How had she gotten a spell book? Why did the library even have something like that, and laying out in plain view for that matter?

She grabbed her other books up and put the spell book in the middle where she wouldn't have to touch it and marched to the door. There was no way that she was going to read this thing. It was dark and demented and she wouldn't have it in her house. Her hand froze a few inches from the door knob.

What was the harm in just taking a peek at the rest of the book? It wasn't everyday that one came upon a real spell book. She believed that everything happened for a reason and the book had practically found her. Right?

She back away from the door and sorted the spell book from the others. Cautiously, she opened the book while walking to her bed and sat down. She picked up from where she had left off.

"A Guide To A New Way Of Life," she read, "Finding The Wiccan Inside Of You."

That's all it took. She was hooked and spent the rest of the night pouring through every rule, spell, and ritual that the book listed.