I walked down the hall as fast as I could, hoping that he wouldn't see me amidst all these people. I didn't have any such luck, Stiles was yelling my name and trying to catch up with me. I ducked into an empty classroom to my left.

Sunlight filtered through the windows and made the room incredibly bright. Everything was silent; the bell had rung and I hadn't heard. Everything was silent until Stiles came bursting into the room. "There you are, what on earth was that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to sound defiant, but my voice cracked when I spoke. I couldn't lie.

"You know what I'm talking about. You literally defied gravity."

I brought my hand up to his forehead, "Are you feeling alright. Working around all of those chemicals could have made you sick."

He brushed my hand away, "Don't patronize me. You'd be friggin' insane if you think I'm gonna give up on this." He walked out of the room, pulling out his phone as he left.

I sighed with relief and looked down at my schedule. What's next, I wondered. Pre-Cal, apparently. I went into the classroom, and sat next to a blonde girl that was showing way too much cleavage. I didn't really care though; I had friends back in New Mexico that were considerably worse. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Erica. She didn't seem in a particularly talkative, which was okay, I already had enough of people after Stiles.

The class went quickly, we were barely even doing anything. Two classes later I was heading to lunch. I went to my locker and got my lunch out: a sandwich, a banana, a chocolate bar, and some soda.

When I got to the lunchroom it was completely filled. I spied a lone table in the corner. Great, just great. I plopped down at the table and started eating. I saw Stiles come in, he sat in a group of a bunch of people. He immediately started talking. Everyone leaned in, listening intently.

When he finished talking, everyone simultaneously got up, and, to my despair, began heading towards me.

Erica sat down to my right, Stiles directly in front of me, and the redhead to my left. The rest of the group surrounded them. There was a hulking African-American guy with a kind face, a slightly Mexican looking guy sitting next to a pretty girl. There was also a guy that looked like he worked for Hollister and a curly haired boy.

Stiles began to speak, "I told them what I saw. They all believe me. I also looked up your last name. Geheimnisvol? Yeah, it means occult, as in magic, as in witches."

I leaned forward, and whispering, I said, "Oh no, you figured out my secret." In truth, he had figured it out.

"Don't play stupid Maria."

I looked around, everyone's eyes were drilling into me. Maybe there wasn't any danger in telling them, they seemed to have no trouble believing I was a witch.

I took a deep breath and spoke, "Technically it's called an Urtümlich. I'm an elemental witch, which means I can only control the four elements: fire, water, air, and earth. Stiles, what you saw was air."

"So all those witch burnings, the women burned were actually witches?," asked the curly haired one.

I shook my head, "Those were witches, but they had to use spells, it didn't come naturally to them."

"So what is it that you can do?"

"I don't want to do it in public."

Stiles thought for a second, then seemingly came up with a plan. "Come to the Hale house tonight at six."

I asked him where that was, and he managed to give me directions before the bell rang.

Tonight would be interesting.