Secrets
Let's set the scene here. Chelsea's monthly party. Purple and Yellow (school colored)streamers and balloons are caked in every nook and cranny. Witches, Sorcerers... and two Wizards that are about a 3 on the Graveway scale, (meaning they have nothing else to do with their time because they have no friends) are all sitting awkwardly on a couple small couches scattered about the room. Bad music is blasting, and there are a couple chubby sorcerers plowing through the snack table as if they've never eaten before in their lives. I don't want to be here, but Caylee and I have a rep to keep up with, and everyone who's anyone at Graveway has at least somewhat of a rep. If not, you are a zero on G's (Graveway's) scale... which definitely is a bad thing. Attending our school means you have to be a someone. If not? You're dead. Literally.

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