• CHAPTER 2


    "Wicca? What does Wicca mean!" Jacob asked me freaking out a little.
    I sighed and sat in the wooden chair by his desk, "Wicca, is another word for witch, but ever since the witch trials. The name changed to Wicca for good witches. Do you understand?"
    He nodded slowly and then looked at me again, but this time deeply. "You know you sort of look like my sister."
    "Sister? I didn't know you have a sister!"
    "Umm...had...She...is gone." Jacob sighed sadly, making me badly want to hug him and tell him it's all right. I shook myself why would I want that!
    "Is that what is hidden behind the wall?"
    He shook his head, "Yeah, but also some other stuff too."
    "Do you want to tell me?"
    "No, but-"
    He was cut off by the door opening. His mother, middle aged women with the same brown hair color as him, but brown eyes, not blue, came in. "Who is in-" She cut off when she saw me. "Oh! I see...we got to know someone behind my back huh?"
    "MOM! It's not like that! She's just a...new transfer student at school." Jacob blushed, making me wonder what was going on.
    "Oh...I see...I'll just leave you two alone." She shut the door behind her, before the pillow, that Jacob threw, hit her.
    Still blushing, "Sorry about that. My mom gets carried away with girls. And is always expecting me to date and everything. She always bugs me about it."
    I shook my head, understanding through his memories. "Where is your dad?"
    "Step-dad, he's always at work screwing...I mean...uhh...having fun with other women. Sooner or later my mom will find out and we'll move again."
    "Step? I didn't know you dad put step before his name?"
    Jacob laughed at me, "No! Step-dad, is another name for a father, that isn't really your blood dad."
    "That is...weird?"
    "Yep! Weird is the right word."
    "Ok...so what do we do now considering I'm transferring to your school?"
    "I have no idea, but do you want to get out of here, before my mom figures out something."
    "Sure."

    We were at a 'coffee shop'. Something I never heard of before, usually you by coffee in a market, or a shop, where you go and grind it up and then make coffee at home. But there was never a shop that made coffee and you drank it there.
    "Do you want something to drink?" Jacob said over the microphone, someone was saying a poem.
    "umm...no...I'm fine." I sat in a booth that Jacob said to sit in. The seats were conformable, but then again, it began to take a toile on you a little later.
    "Okay...so how are we going to do this, and get you to be a transfer student?" Jacob said as he sat down.
    "I could make them, I mean everyone, think that I am a transfer student."
    "You can do that?"
    "Yes, it's probably not that hard. What are those people doing?"
    Jacob turn to see who I was pointing at, he chuckled, "Some singer/poem want to bees."
    "Some of them aren't that bad."
    "True, but some make you wonder why they even bother."
    "Is this a dream of yours?"
    "No, my dream is to get away and just follow the road."
    "But what happened to all of those dreams you had when you were little? Like...the designer part? Or the fireman?"
    "How do...right you looked didn't you?"
    I shook my head, and the people on the stage left.
    "So how much do you know about me and everything?"
    "Well...I know basically a lot about your childhood, at least the parts that aren't hidden, and everywhere you've been. At the beginning it's cut off short, and before it's cut off, a man is in them. But then after the wall, there isn't any man at all. What happened to him?"
    Jacob looked like he was about to tell when a group of boys came up from behind him and one of them lifted him out of his chair.
    "Hello, little Jacob. What are you doing here? Hmm? I thought I told you to keep out of here?" A boy, big and strong, but seeming stupid said.
    "Hello to you too...Phil. I thought it was stay out of every room your in." Jacob remarked back to the big brut, Phil.
    "Put him down!" I said, without saying.
    Phil looked around to see me, standing and trying not to show my astonishment, and confusion.
    "My, my," Phil threw Jacob back into the seat. Jacob tried to get up again, but his buddies kept him down. "And who are you?"
    "I'm...I'm Elizabeth. A childhood friend of Jacob." I had no idea what words were coming out of my mouth, but...they were just good! "But what I see is an unfair fight."
    "Oh? And how is that?" Phil positioned himself in front of me, leaning down to my face.
    I looked into his eyes, and I saw the greed in them, just like an animal. "Well...umm..." his eyes keep on bugging me, so I had to look away.
    He seemed to take that as a win and brought his arm around my shoulder and began to lead me out the door, "Why don't you leave your childhood buddy. And come and have a fun time with us. Maybe I can show you a way better time to you...but in a different way."
    I, once again, didn't understand what I was doing, but I keep on going. I placed my hand on his chest. "That would be fun...but then again. I like brains over strength."
    Before I knew what was happening, he had me on a table that was empty. "Maybe I should show you what I mean, right now."
    He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head, and he kissed my neck and keep on going from there. He had let go of one of my hands to work at my shirt.
    With my free hand I felt around. I hit something and grabbed it. It felt so familiar to me that I knew what to do.
    "Hey! Honey, take it slow now. I don't like to go fast, to quickly." I said not knowing what I was saying...again!
    He looked up and there, with my hand a hold of the cream pie, I splashed it into his face, and got away to Jacob's side, who had just gotten away from Phil's pals.
    They were trying to wipe Phil’s face, and keep on asking him if he was okay. I didn't notice how many people where watching us, until I finally looked around.
    Everyone was laughing, I didn't know how someone could be hated by many, and just get laughed at when they were only down. Not when they could have done it in front of his face, with all of his glory still intact.
    Phil turned to me and Jacob and glared at us both, "See you at school, little Jacky." He said pointing to Jacob. Then he lowered his gaze to me, "And you...just watch out. Someday, I will get my revenge, and steal something of yours." With that he and his gang left.
    Everyone cheered and praised Jacob and me. I just didn't say anything, and tried to understand what happened.
    Jacob got his drink, finally, and got it free.
    "How did you know that was a pie?"
    "I'm just use to making them when I use to help my mom. I just knew that it was one from just a little touch." We laughed, but I remembered cooking with my mom, and I went silent.