I parked my car next to a white SUV, which I knew was Margaret because of the pink ‘Princess’ sticker hanging from the mirror inside.  If the simple thought of her made me mad, her name was worse.  What kind of name is Margaret, anyway? I got out of the car, making sure nobody was around; I took my permanent black marker from my pocket and started to use it on the SUV.  First I wrote ‘Help me’ under the driver’s window.  Then I drew a line, from left to right and up and down the window. The line became longer as I let it do its job in the passenger’s window, then filling out some of the white, then the back side, and continued in the other side of the car.  In the front I wrote ‘Because You Asked For It’ and placed the marker in my pocket.  I checked again around for any sight of Margaret.  Nothing.  So I waited.  After 15 minutes I finally saw her disgusting face.  I went behind a tree so she wouldn’t see me and I waited for her reaction.  ‘What the …’ ‘Do you like it?’ I interrupted her coming out from where I was hidden, making her jump. ‘Is your early birthday present.  I know you like my art work so I made a piece for you.’ ‘Why the hell did you…?’ ‘Well, starting rumors that I’m a witch is not a good thing.’ I interrupted her again.  ‘Well, aren’t you one?’ Margaret said, still angry.  ‘Why, do need any spell in particular? To have a different face? To erase your age lines? To have a new brain?’ She truly believed I was a witch, so I continued.  ‘Look Margie…’ ‘Don’t call me Margie, I hate it’ ‘I know, that’s why I’m calling you Margie, Margie.  If you needed one, you should have just asked for it.  I have a little book with the basic ones here with me,’ I said as I handed her my little black book with a black cat and a black rose on the cover. She didn’t touch it, but her eyes grew bigger as she read the title “Learn the Basics of Witchcraft.”  ‘You don’t want it? I thought so.  Well, then I’m leaving.  I have a witch-meeting to attend.’ I said going back to my car.  ‘Hey, you have to erase this!’ she said pointing to her once-completely-white SUV.  ‘Do I? Let’s see? No, it’s my present for your birthday.  Oh, and I think the rumors you started, might be true.’ As I was leaving, I could see in her nasty face she was shocked by my last comment. But what could I do?  I can’t deny what I am, or who I am.  Right?