"You know Mrs. Gibbins?"
"Yeah," John David said, looking straight into my eyes. "She's my teacher."
"Your teacher?" I asked. Now I was really confused.
"Sure," he said, "and this book is the last thing I remember."
John David closed the book, turned it around so I could read the cover, and pushed it across the desk toward me. My blood ran cold when I read the inscription: THE COVEN OF WESTLAKE ELEMENTARY.
"For some reason," John David said, "I don't think she's coming back."
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