Ever since I can remember, I have always been fascinated with Superheroes and magical powers. I guess the love came when my father bought me my first X-Men comic when I was six. For years, I would dream at night of magical lands and my own personal superhero husband, one just like Superman, but much more cuter.

My father died a year ago, I was fifteen. In his will, I remember my mother telling me, that I could inherit his entire comic book collection. I was so thrilled that I made room on my bookshelf just for his comics. Every night, I would sit up and read book after book, until finally my fascination stopped. It's funny how so much can change over a years time.

I am sixteen now, and just entered my junior year at Walt Whitman High School in South Philadelphia. I have put all of my father's comic books back in their boxes and shoved them into my closet, where they will gather dust until I either give them away to charity, or give them to my son or daughter in the future.

Today, it's Monday, and I am sitting in first period Biology with my closest friend, Samantha. We have been friends since we met last year in Home Economics and have been inseperatable ever since.

"We will be dissecting frogs today," Mister Macintosh informed us as he entered the Biology lab. "I want you and your lab partner to take turns observing."

"Gross…" I hear Samantha whisper next to me, burying her nose in her Biology book. Samantha hates Biology with a passion. "I wish I could get out of this, it is so inhuman to kill and dissect an innocent animal."

"I hear ya, Sam." I mumble, taking out my notes from yesterday about the different parts of a frog. "Unfortunately, we have to do it, if we ever want to get out of eleventh grade Biology."

Samantha sits up in her chair, looking up at the fluorescent lights before yawning. "I am so exhaunted, I was up late talking to Michael on the phone."

"You are so boy crazy, Sam." I chuckle as Mister Macintosh places a cage of a live amphibian on our table.

"Oh, I think I am going to be sick." Samantha places a delicate hand over her mouth, I chuckle as I look at her, taking this opportunity to bolt.

"Mister Macintosh!" I raise my hand, grabbing Samantha's hand in my other, "Poor Sam is going to hurl, can I take her to the nurse?"

"Oh my, alright then, take a hall pass and go to the nurses' office." Mister Macintosh dismisses us and we take our leave out of the back door of the class.

"Thanks so much, Sadie." Samantha smiles as we walk down the hallway, arms linked.

I shoved the hall pass into my back jean pocket, and moan loudly as we haul ourselves down the three flights of stairs to the nurses' office.

"I managed to let you escape Biology once more, I think he is going to catch on soon that we are just ditching."

"Oh, Sad, no he won't. I actually do feel queasy, I hate hurting animals. Even they are disgusting looking frogs."

I sigh, whatever am I going to do with her. "You are impossible. We have to dissect animals to pass Biology. We were told this in the beginning of the semester."

After an hour of the nurse lecturing us on ditching Biology again, we started to make our way back to the classroom. Samantha stared at her feet the whole way back. As we entered the Biology room, the bell had rung for us to go to second period. Samantha grabbed her bag and turned to me, sighing.

"Fine, I will sit through this stupid thing tomorrow. I'll see you later." She walked off in a rush to her next class, which was different from mine.

"What's with her?"

I jumped, and spun around to notice my beau, Anthony, staring down at me with that same sly grin he always has.

"She is mad that we can't ditch out on frog dissection anymore." I laugh a bit and through my arms around Anthony for a hug. "How was Algebra?"

"It was…Algebra. Long, boring, and useless. Want me to walk you to American Studies?"

"Sure thing."

I let my hand slowly linger down his side to intertwine my fingers with his. He smiles as I lean against him as we walk. We stop just outside Miss Thomas' American Studies classroom, I peek inside to see the most of my classmates were already in their seats. I look up at Anthony with pleading eyes.

"This is the class I hate the most, I wish I could ditch this one!" I moan.

"Sadie, you are such a drama queen." He leans down to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "See you in lunch, baby."

He strolls right by me and to his physical education class. I pout silently as I enter my classroom and find my seat. The next two periods go by rather slowly, as I am waiting anxiously for lunch to come. My stomach growls loudly at ten fifty, as the bell rings for lunch. I hurry from my seat and practically run to the lunchroom to make it in enough time for tacos.

Luckily, I am the first one in the taco line so before I know it, I am at the usual table, scarfing down the terrible high school lunch.

"Ew, yuck! How can you eat that slop?" Samantha asks as she sits down next to me, pulling out her brown paper bag of yummy goodies. Her parents always make her hot lunches to bring.

"I don't have a mother that can cook well, Sam. And, she always forgets to buy lunchmeat or PB and J for lunch. So, I am usually stuck with slop." I sigh, still eating my tacos fast.

"Boo." Anthony slides in next to me, placing an arm around me. "Yum, tacos." He grabs a crumb of my crunchy taco shell and throws it into his mouth.

"Get your own!" I hide my plate from his sight, laughing. "You are so fat."

"Hey Sam," Michael, Samantha's beau, slides in next to her, staring at all the food she has brought. "Rob a grocery store?"

"You know how much my mom likes to cook." Samantha rolls her eyes and offers Anthony an apple, that he takes greedily.

"I seriously need a new posse." I chuckle, placing my plate back down in front of me.

"Don't I get anything?" Michael pouts.

"I don't love you enough." Samantha grins evilly as Michael attempts to tickle her. She offers him her banana.

"That's what I thought." Michael sticks out his tongue as he peels the banana.

I finish eating my tacos and push the plate away from me, yawning. I can't wait for this day to be over, it seemed like it took forever to just get to lunch.

"Oh, hey Sad." Samantha looks at me, smirking. "My mom said this old freaky fortune teller opened up a shop next to hers on South Street, it's called Mystical Gifts. Mom said she is so weird, that she believes in spirits and the afterlife. We should go check it out and see how strange it is."

That was always like Samantha, being cruel to others. I usually just go to these things to humor her, so I nodded. "Alright, Sam. Seems like fun."

After school, Sam and I took the SEPTA bus to South Street to find this old fortune teller's shop. Sam guided me to her mother's store, and we waved through the window to Mrs. Smith as we entered the fortune teller's shop.

The walls were painted dark purple, with a matching dark carpet. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, given off enough light to make this place have a mysterious feel. There were purple velvet chairs along the eastern wall with a countertop going along the western wall. A women, dressed in a floor length, multi-colored skirt and a white ruffled blouse stood behind the counter. Her skin was very tan, and she wore a ring on every finger. On her counter's left side was a crystal ball with a rack of beautiful, crescent moon necklaces behind it.

Sam walked off toward a rack of earrings, while I wandered over to the crescent moon necklaces. I picked up one that stood out from the rest. This necklace was gold, with beautiful purple flowers decorating the top of the moon, and a dragonfly dangling off the end. It was laying nicely on a golden chair. I picked it up to examine it as the fortune teller women saw this and smiled.

"That is our most wonderful piece of jewelry," She said, in her heavy German accent. "It is said that whoever wears this necklace, will be granted it's powers of the one who create it oh so many years ago."

"I don't believe in magic, hun." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. "But, this necklace is really pretty. How much do you want for it?"

"For you? A hundred dollars."

"A hundred?! Are you insane? I am sixteen and do not have a job, I only get twenty a week for allowance. Sorry."

I go to return the necklace, but the fortune teller waves her hand. "I will tell you what, I will give it to you for only twenty dollars, if you convince that blond to buy something, too."

"Sam?" I looked over my shoulder to see Samantha staring at two different earring sets. "Piece of cake." I set the necklace down on the counter and turn around, walking up behind Sam.

"Wow, Samantha. Those gold sun earrings would look so amazing with your complexion!" I say as I look over her shoulder at the set she is fondling over.

"You think? I may get them. This place isn't half bad. You find anything, Sad?"

"A crescent moon necklace. It's real pretty."

Samantha agrees to get the earrings and walks up to the counter to pay, after she is done, I have the fortune teller my twenty bucks and put the necklace on. It glows as the light hits it.

"Take good care of it now," The fortune teller smiles at me, which kind of creeps me out.

"I will. Take care." I turn and exit the store with Sam. I can't stop staring at my necklace as we walk home together.