Megana and Rachelia were often ridiculed for being different. Most people were scared of them. Whenever the two girls would pass a group of jocks, the boys would cross their fingers in front of them and pretend to cower in fear.
As Rachelia and Megana walked the halls looking for their lockers Megana spotted two boys on the opposite side of the hall. She knew them from eighth grade. When one of them spotted her looking at them he quickly flung himself against a locker and yelled "Dear God! I thought it was Satin!" While the other boy made the Sign of the Cross. Megana ignored them. Sometimes Megana and Rachelia liked to feed that belief by holding hands and chanting strange things under their breath.
"Well, here they are." Rachelia said making a stop at two lockers next to a drinking fountain completely oblivious to the whole situation.
"This kicks ass, we both have lockers next to each other."
Right then Megana felt a silk cloth scarf go around her neck. It was slowly choking the air from her lungs. She was pulled back and heard a girl whisper in her ear.
"Better watch out Megana, you don't want everyone to know your little secret, would you?"
"Of course not," she gasped "I just love listening to them squeal. As do you Magic"
"You know it bitch!" She answered letting go of Megana's neck.
Megana stood up again and looked at Magic. She was much shorter than Megana and Rachelia. She had light brown hair that was always pulled back. She was Goth too. "Magic" was what Megana and Rachelia called her. Her real name was "Brittney" but she never liked it. So she had all of her friends call her "Magic." Magic was from London, England. Her mother was in the Air Force and was placed there before Magic was born. Magic was born and raised in Europe. Her mom moved back to the states when Magic was in eighth grade. She fit right in with Megana and Rachelia. But no one would be quite like those two.
"Hey guys," Rachelia entered "do you want to come over to my house this Friday?"
"I can!" Megana answered immediately.
"I can't." said Magic dismayed.
"Why not?" Rachelia asked.
"I'm going to the movies Mikey." She replied.
"Oh well." Megana answered.
The hall bell rang indicating that they had five minutes to get to class.
"Come on," Rachelia said pulling Megana's arm impatiently, "we don't want to be late for our first class."
Magic stuck her finger in her mouth pretending to gag.