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The school hall was already crowded with teenagers. Of course everyone still managed to somehow stick to their clicks. Even as Alondel walked along the hallway he could make out the individual groups. The jocks hung out by the gym wrestling around and making fun of the occasional nerd that happened to draw to close. And the nerds had their own group, talking next to their lockers. Then their were the preps, or the plastic girls as Alondel thought of them because they were as fake as they came. If you removed the fashion, make up, and popularity you'd find nothing but a rotten inner core. They're nice school image was just a front for the teachers. In truth they were pure evil. Alondel had cursed them so many times he'd lost count. Some of them even seemed to work.

Then there were the goths, the skater kids, the punks, the death metal guys, and the weird kids that nobody could seem to figure out. At the end of this long list was Alondel. He was the misfit because he was Wiccan. People stayed away from him as if he were going to rip out their hearts and shove them in their faces. Alondel was a sorcerer, the male counter part to a witch, and people shunned his practice of magic. Not that all of them believed it could work. Just because his religion was strange and different from the norm. But that's how it had always been from Alondel. He didn't mind it though. The Wiccan actually enjoyed the privacy. However the end of his privacy was about come to fruition. It all started with a bump and a girl. There was a number of thumps as he stumbled backwards in an attempt to catch his balance, was knocked into another person who shrugged him off with a cry of "Hey, watch it Witch Boy," and ended promptly with a topple to the ground. "Oww, that kinda smarts," Alondel said, rubbing his backside and looking up at his collidee. Oh great, helicopter girl, he thought. Sophia Huntington. She came to school everyday in her parents private helicopter instead of the standard rich kid yacht. He wondered if it was her idea or her parents. Alondel guessed the answer was somewhere in between.