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is my thing. Not many people know that. Well, okay, nobody knows that. It’s my secret, even though I really don’t know why I keep it a secret. It’s not like I’m a nerd or anything. I just like the stars. When I was seven, my father hired someone to paint my ceiling like the night sky with the stars in the shape of my favorite constellation, Orion. When I turned fourteen I figured I was too old for that and repainted my room a pale yellow. It suited my mood at the time. Right now, even though it’s morning, my mood is like the night sky, dark and starry, drifting, yet clearly a part of something.
    “Something” meaning whatever is going on with the Mystyx. And there is definitely something going on. Fatima, that’s the follower of Wicca who I researched online and contacted, and who had responded to my message. But I need to get to Jake’s house and the journal to figure out what her message means.
    What I know right now, as I’m sitting in the back of the car while Mouse—my larger-than-life driver—takes me to school is that we’ve pinpointed the origin of our powers to cataclysmic weather events and the mythical Greek river, Styx. But I feel like there’s so much more we’re missing—like how is the weather connected to the River Styx? And the power,it comes from powerful energy emitted during major storms. It just isn’t adding up.
    My mind flashes back to the stars and how I sometimes feel just as distant from my family as they are from the earth. I know enough about astrology to know that the Greeks believed in the power of the moon and the sun. They believed the sun to be the manifestation of the god Apollo, and the moon, with its three distinct phases—full, quarter and half—was linked to three goddesses—the maiden Artemis, the motherly Selene and Hecate, the goddess of the Underworld. Somehow, it all fits together with the idea that the sun dominates the sky during the day, thus representing vitality and life, while the moon comes into its power at night, bringing fertility, nurturing and the perpetuation of the cycle of life and death. The knowledge that the moon really has eight lunar phases probably wasn’t known to the Greeks at the time.
    Still, I think there’s a correlation. I feel like the moon might explain a significant part of our power—or at the very least, my power.
    Arriving in front of the school, I figure I should probably shift my mind to the classroom. Good grades aren’t hard for me. But with all this going on, I don’t want to take anything for granted.
    Just as I step out of the car, I see Krystal and Franklin getting off the school bus. They instantly hold hands and walk side by side into the school building. I wonder how that feels. To be a part of a couple, I mean. I can do that, I’m sure, be a girlfriend to some guy. Question is, do I want that guy to be Antoine?

four
    The next two days are spent keeping an eye out for Antoine, who I finally decide I don’t want to see. Being with him in that club was surely a dream, one I hadn’t revisited since that night, thankfully.
    I resigned myself to forget how real or how right it felt to be with Antoine. Both were totally unbelievable.
    Now I’m anxious to go to lunch to see Jake and Krystal. While I have no intention of telling them about my goofy Antoine dream, I’ve been impatiently waiting to see the journal again. When I’d called Jake on Saturday morning to tell him that I was coming over to look at the journal, he must have had some stuff going on because he kind of stuttered and gave me like five different reasons why that wasn’t possible.
    Jake’s home life is anything but smooth sailing. His grand father is really cool, if you don’t count the days he doesn’t know his name and forgets to put on his pants. His father, on the other hand, always seems angry, on the days that he stays home long enough for me or Jake to see him. It’s for that reason alone that I decide to just send Jake a text this