"Gee, what did Stacy do now? Bang a teacher? Sell meth?" Samantha rolled her eyes at the mere mention of Stacy- lately, the little hellion's antics had gone from "mayhem" to "criminal", but without any smoking guns, they couldn't throw her out. Such a shame.

Sam turned to Jessica and Ash. "Oh, hey. Nice to see the two of you. Club meeting this week?" She gave Diane a glance. "Yeah, we're part of the Occult Club. Actually, we're most of the Occult Club. It's not what most teenage girls are up to on Monday afternoons, but it's fun enough. If you've got an open mind, stop by room 232 after class today." She wasn't the kind of person to hide what she did, even if it got her glares from everyone else in the Deep South. They had permission to run it, and that was that. As she mentioned it, she realized that she had a strange, indescribable feeling- something she'd only felt when doing her little tricks with Ash and Jess. [i]Could she really be... one of us?[/i]