I had the best day at school ever. So weird to breeze from class to class as if nothing bad ever happened to me, like I owned that freaking joint so hard not one person could say a thing to bring me down. In fact, when they did talk to me-a super rarity-it was with respectful words and not a hint of malice.
Even when I accidentally bumped into Morgan Joyce, one of the most irritating male witches in our coven with his penchant for piercing sarcasm and cruelty behind his handsome face, he just shrugged it off with a little smile and a gleam in his green eyes that made me wonder why I hadn't shifted my attitude long before now.
Well then, if this was the life I had to look forward to, I'd take it.
I fully expected, deep down and secretly where I could gnaw on my own nervousness without an
