I had always been one of those people who wanted  to be popular and never  was. Hey, meet me. Dime is my name. Weird  I know, I don't know what my mom was  thinking when she named me that. Even though my name is strange, I strove  to try to fit that. I wore my hair in pigtails, dressed differently then  everyone else. I always had  a sense to help other  people, and  when  someone was in trouble  I always helped  them. You would think someone like that  would be  popular but well, my intellect is higher than  most people. People never  really get  along with smart people, or what they call nerds. I am  not the typical nerd. I don't wear glasses, or plaid. I am pretty good looking,  have a nice  figure. Though  my style is unique. In a world where  most women  wear  jeans and  t-shirts  I always wear  short  skirts. Silk blouses  that  hug  my form too. Anyways, I am deviating on my story.<br/>One day, something happened I would never  forget. A  woman from the popular crowd  approached  me, grinning as  she looked over  me.<br/>"Hey  smart girl, you want to be popular  don't you? I will accept you in my crowd if you do one  thing. You go to the Sage Root coffee  shop."<br/>I knew that place  was rumored  to be  populated by witches. Yet, real witches  didn't really exist  did they? It would be  easy to do this thing. I would be  in that  group in an instant.I nodded.<br/>"Sure, why the heck not?"<br/>I headed  to the coffee  shop, not knowing what  I was really  getting into.