Been awhile since I've updated but it's not my fault. Blame the homework, holidays and my crappy internet connection. I haven't been able to log in. Ok, so this is your late Easter present and I'm expecting you to give me one in return, meaning you review!

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The next day I woke to the sounds of my mum and dad arguing over decaf or black coffee. Now, wouldn't life be so much easier without worrying about those petty things? I snuggled deeper into my doona and fell asleep again, my reality turning into dreams. But only half an hour later I woke up again, unable to fall asleep. Ignoring the protests in my head, I decided to get up.

In the next minute I was caught off guard and nearly fell flat on my face as I was dressing by the sound of the stereo. Normally, I wouldn't have minded if Mary K did this kind of thing early in the morning but the stereo was loud. Really loud. I was just waiting for a bang on the door from an annoyed neighbour complaining about the volume. But it never came so I decided to do it myself.

"Mary K!" I screamed, as I came into the main room of the suite we had been staying in for the past two weeks. "Is that really necessary?"

My mum was in the corner, reading the newspaper while sipping her morning cup of coffee. She looked up as I entered but went back to reading the paper and sipping her coffee, uninterested. Mary K was on the other side of the room going through each one of my cd's and discarding them quickly, a look of disgust on her face.

"Seriously, sis, do you have any actual cd's? I mean ones that are actually worth listening to?" she asked, clearly trying to piss me off.

I brushed her statement aside and countered, "We have neighbours, you know? We're in a hotel! Haven't you considered they may be sleeping at this hour?"

"Where have you been?" she scoffed. "It's 11 am, well after the sleeping hour. Besides you must have had a big night yesterday for sleeping in this late," she said.

I ignored her and sat on a chair next to mum.

"Want some breakfast, honey?" she asked, getting ready to call room service.

"Oh no, I'm fine," I smiled, trying to look convincing.

She gave me one of those are-you-sure looks and felt my forehead. Satisfied that I looked and felt well enough she said, "You sure, honey?"

I nodded and retreated into my room, wanting a little privacy. Hopefully, my mum had gone back to her newspaper and Mary K had gone back to listening to her own cd's. It was true that I wasn't entirely sick but I had to admit that I was feeling a little under the weather. I didn't know why but the encounter yesterday seemed to give me a strange feeling. I hoped that it would not last. Oh well, I thought, shrugging it off.

Peace and quiet resumed once again until around mid afternoon when Mary K came crashing into my room. She bounded onto my bed as she watched me intently.

"So, you want to come?" she asked as she watched me paint my nails.

Now, normally I wasn't the 'girly' type but ever since that incident yesterday, I was, uh, a little more self-conscious.

"Go where?" I replied, still a little miffed about earlier.

"Shopping, on Cheshire Avenue. I saw these heels that were to-die-for. You should get a pair for yourself,"

"Me?" I chuckled. Just because I was painting my nails didn't mean I was about to buy myself a pair of heels. Ha, no way. "That'll be the day,"

"Fine then, you should at least come,"

The door shut behind her and I considered my options. I could both go and risk the chance of seeing those two guys again yet have a wonderful time shopping, or I could stay home and mope.

This is how I found myself an hour later following my mother and sister, Mary K around as they tried on everything; from dresses to shoes. I could honestly say that that was the worst experience in my life. As a matter of a fact I complained too much that my mother told me off.

"You have been complaining and demanding to go back since we stepped out of that hotel building," she started in a completely serious tone, "See here, even your sister hasn't complained once during this entire outing and all you've done is complain. Quite frankly if you can't take it, you should go back to the hotel room while Mary K and I shop."

And with that she looped her hand through Mary K's, walked into the nearest clothes store and immediately started trying on clothes.

Shaking my head, I began to walk the other way, amazed that I was so different from my mother and Mary K. It was amazing that I was even related to them.

I shook the thoughts from my heads as I went in from store to store, displeased by the quality of service and products. I trotted along until I found a bench and sat down, trying catching my breath. Shopping was tiring business, no kidding, especially if you were in a mall as big as this.

As I sat on the bench, I quietly observed human behaviour. Humans did the strangest things and if wasn't until you sat down and looked at it closely did you notice. In one corner a father, no doubt, new at the job, was trying calm his baby with the stupidest tactics. He was singing and waving candy in the babies face when obviously the baby was in need of a nappy change. In another corner was a security guard trying to chat up a store owner while eating a bagel. He had a leash in the other hand with a dog at the other end. I was sure with one pull the dog would be free of his owner and the mall would be in complete chaos. A vicious looking dog on the loose would not be ideal at all.

I chuckled to myself as my eyes roamed around the mall, stopping at a group of teenagers, huddled together and in a quiet conversation. They were in front of a store called, "Wicca's beauty".

Standing up I headed into that store, determined to check it out. I wasn't interested in witch craft, in fact, in my religion, Catholicism, witch craft was forbidden but I couldn't help feeling curious. Besides, if I hadn't gone into the store then a nagging curiosity would've eaten me away.

Passing the group of teenagers I realised that they had stopped talking to stare at me. I became self-conscious and hurried into the store to escape from their accusing eyes.

A strong smell of jasmine hit me as I walked in; wafting from some incense sticks perched on the counter. I noticed that no one else was in the store with me so I walked down one aisle, amazed at what I saw. On one shelf I saw stones of all kinds, labelled, scrying stones, stones used for good luck and stones that were simply used for display. On another shelf were candles and incense sticks of every type of shape and colour. They were amazingly colourful and at the same time…a little creepy. Treading quietly, so as not to disturb the peace and serenity around me, I followed the signs and ended up in the corner of the books section. It was large and vast, seeming to spread out into eternity. There were volumes that seemed to go on forever.

I rounded the nearest corner and immediately I felt a tight tug. I had no idea where it could have come from. My feet began to wander, having a mind of their own. They stopped me in front of a section labelled, 'Book of Shadows'. Confusion struck me and I stared, just stared for a few minutes before I reached out my hand towards one of the books. It was like some strange unseen force was guiding my hands as well as my legs because just as I was about to pull out a beautifully decorated hazel green book, my hands shot out from under that book (causing it to collapse onto the ground) placing my hands gently on another. I took it out and gazed at it.

This one was slightly wearier. The cover was made form a soft brown material and was frayed at the edges, giving it a jagged look. It felt rough and had a simple star with a circle around it in the middle. There were beautifully drawn flowers trailing the edge and a rustic feeling that made me aware of every little vibration in the room. All these features made it look considerably ancient. I was mesmerized by the aura it seemed to have, the elements it detailed and the way it seemed to come alive in my hands even though it was just a book.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A voice behind me aroused me from my state of awe and I was ready to jump about a foot in the air.

Slowly I turned around and came face to face with a woman. Wearing some kind of silky red robe, she could only have been around her mid thirties. Her beauty just about blew me away. I don't know what made her so beautiful but it just seemed to rush out at me, making me feel, yet again, self conscious (for about the millionth time that day). Her eyes were blazing, golden, like a tiger, yet elegant and graceful. There didn't seem to be any wrinkles on her face, which was quite amazing. She held herself with poise and confidence and, to be honest, I started to envy her.

She chose to speak in the time I spent admiring her looks. "Actually, this one just arrived-" she pointed to the book, "-I wanted to take a look myself, but I didn't get a chance. Did you find it interesting?" She smiled at me, pleasant and sweet.

I swallowed nervously and looked around, trying to look at anything except her. The woman's eyes were scary. Sure, they were beautiful but they seemed to hold onto me like an eagle holding onto its prey, trapped and helpless.

"Uhh..." I didn't have anything to say.

"Do you want some help looking around?" She smiled again, that charming smile. "Are you new to Wicca, my dear?"

Wicca? Uh uh. I wasn't even interested in it. From what I had heard, it was evil, according to our local church and my parents.

"Witchcraft? No way!" I stopped myself before I could start offending her. "I mean, no, I was just…looking around," I smiled feebly, absolutely humiliated.

"Well, could I possibly interest you into some candles?" she asked, her eyes starting to burn holes in my own.

The very idea of candles suddenly seemed stupid as if the only important thing in the world was that I got out of there.

"Uhh, no, actually, I've got to go," I gave her one last smile and commanded my feet to get me out of there and fast. Passing the woman on my way out, I gave her the book I just realised I was holding. The one that seemed to speak to me.

I had nearly made put of the store when the lady called me back, "Wait!" I turned around, "Come back when you feel like…looking around," she said. I nodded and started to head out again when she asked me one last question, "What's your name, dear?"

I hesitated. Should I tell her my name? "It's Morgan."

"Lovely to meet you, Morgan" she said, "I'm Selene."

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