Chapter 13: First Sight
I’m sitting on the steps in front of Moon Struck Books, waiting for the two girls to come out. I admit I followed them when they left the school; I was curious where they were going, and especially intrigued by the taller girl with the amazing-colored hair. That hair…it reminds me of the spiced tea that Tituba used to make at our ceremonies in Salem. And she felt something from me—life breathing in my hiding place—I cannot let her get away.
I hear the bell on the door sound, and I know they’re coming out. I stand and walk further away, down the sidewalk. To frighten them away is not my intention.
The shorter girl walks right past me, but the one with the hair, the one I want to meet, stops short.
“Hello,” she says. “Were you just in the store, too? I don’t remem
