Nancy (The Craft)

Nancy strutted her way into the classroom.. math class of your first day of senior year of high school. She groaned out as she tossed her black messenger bag down onto the ground beside her, rolling her eyes as she sat herself down into the desk. She shot her eyes up as you walked into the classroom, she had her eyes locked on you.. it’s like she instantly felt the connection you had.. of course you were a witch yourself.. but the escort warned you about the Craft girls.

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