Chapter 10: A Wreath and a New Writer
So I guess the protective spell must’ve worked, even though we really had no clue whether we were doing it right, because everyone seems to be leaving me alone. Hill and I hang around together, and occasionally we let Dax sit with us at lunch. I mean, he’s really okay, and he did take a chance of getting into trouble by sneaking out and all. So as far as the witchcraft thing goes, he came through for us.
At this moment, I’m sitting in Mr. Partridge’s class, trying to concentrate on vectors, but really thinking about Taylor. I haven’t heard anything from her or about her in months now, and I wonder if she’s okay. I also wonder whether she’s forgotten all about me and what I thought was true love between us. I try to ignore the subject of boyfriends, d
