"Cassie? Are you all packed up for the trip?" My mothers voice called, and i could hear her footsteps getting closer to my room, only moments before she entered. "Cassie, what's going on? What is all this?"

"It's my stuff." I answered simply.

"But-Why is it all in boxes?"

"I was packing it." Another simple answer. Most conversations with my mother went like this. She'd ask the questions in a confused tone, and i'd give simple answers to them. It's always been like this.

"We're only going to Cape Cod for the summer, dear. What could you possibly need all your belongings for?"

"I didn't want to make things harder for the movers."

"What movers?" I sighed, already tired of the conversation.

"We'll be moving to New Salem by the end of the summer."

"How did you-?" You see, i've always had this... gift. My mother calls it the gift of sight, though she always seems surprised when i know something before i'm meant to.

I think i first realized i was... special, back when i was about 8. I'd been having these dreams for a while, and then within the next few days whatever had happened in my dream would happen in real life, and i'd just chalk it up to deja vu'. That was all good and fine until i'd had a dream about the death of my elderly neighbor, Ms. Holt, who had been my babysitter while my mom worked. At the time i had thought it was a nightmare, but when she was declared dead three days later, and i figured it all out. I had ran to my mother, crying, screaming even, about there being something wrong with me. That's when my mom came clean about it all.

She told me what i was: a witch. After a long talk about my roots (including my evil father) and my heritage, we promised to never keep secrets like this again. And we didn't.

My 'visions' as you could call them, came in many forms as i aged and learned to control them. I no longer even have to be asleep to have one, it can just randomly come to me.

"Don't worry, I've already said goodbye. I'm all ready." she looked sad, but nodded thoughtfully.

"Things will be good for us there Cassie, I know you'll miss your friends, but things will be better. I promise."

"I know they will." I smiled at her reassurance.

"Of course you do Smarty Pants, because you just know everything, don't you?" She giggled, throwing a pillow my way. I pretended to think about that for a moment.

"hmmm.. Pretty much!" I threw the pillow back to her.

"Yeah Yeah. So, do you still want to go to Cape Cod for the summer?"

"Let me think, hot and humid climate, poison ivy, ticks, green flies, toxic shellfish, and undercurrents in the water? I think not."

"But the brochure said-" I gave her a look. "Alright, alright, lets just skip the trip then. What would you like to do with the summer then, your highness?"

"Can we just hang out here before we have to leave? We still have a lot of packing to get done..." I wasn't too fond of other people touching my stuff, none the less a bunch of hairy, sweaty, overweight moving men packing it all up and tossing it into a truck to drive across the country. No, i'd much rather pack my own belongings, thank you.

"Sounds like a plan, Kiddo. I'll be downstairs if you feel like helping with the rest of the house after you tackle your room."

"K. Love you mom."

"Love you too, Cassie." and with that she was gone.

I spent the rest of the summer packing up everything from my old life and preparing for my new one.

You're in for some unexpected surprises, but don't worry, stay cool and confident and things will be alright.

Horoscopes? Sure, i used to think they were garbage. But I also used to think the supernatural only existed in books and horror movies.

It was my first official day at a new school, and my first official day at my new life. I dressed comfortably in some black leggings, and oversized grey knit sweater, and some black booties, and hopped down the stairs to say goodbye.

I turned my head sideways as i stared at the old building i'd only seen in my dreams before, yet knew so well. This is where i would be living out the rest of my sentence in the prison known as high school.

Just then i heard an approaching noise, and stepped forward to avoid the motorcycle that was about to park in the spot i was standing next to. I managed to side step it in time to keep from getting hit, and glanced in the direction of it's rider. There stood a beautiful girl, with her trim, athletic body, dark curls and brown eyes. Deborah Armstrong.

She was the first of them. The first of the club, the first of the circle.

Her and the rest have appeared in my visions, and it's no coincidence.

She quickly turned her gaze elsewhere as Deb parked her bike on the bike rack and walked off without a word.

There was an excited bustle among the student body, as they met up with the friends they hadn't seen during the summer. As for me, i was alone, but okay with it. I wouldn't get many moments alone in the future, and if anyone knew it was me. So i just enjoyed the solitude.

Too soon I was off to my first class, Writing for Publication. I just knew this was going to be a long day. And this was only the beginning of it all.