**Chapter 3: History or Herstory?**
Sabina’s morning class was Early American History, colonization stuff covering everything from Canada to the Caribbean. It was interesting to hear the human side of the story, though the witches knew there was a lot more magic behind the scenes that made the lands inhabitable by Westerners. The indigenous people had strong magic, but they made some bad deals with the spirits of the world, many of them becoming corrupted, and the humans only exacerbated that with their introduction of technology and things like iron and steel.
She sat in the third row. It gave her good line of sight to the exits, not that she was ever that worried about threats at the school, but a little safety went a long way. Her friend Vera dropped down in the seat next to her.
“Nice top.” Vera said.
“Thanks.” Sabina said, straightening it a bit.
“You know you can see your bra through that.” Vera added.
“But not my tits, right? Just cleavage?” Sabina asked, cupping her bare breasts through the sheer fabric to convey the illusion.
“Well, no, of course not. I’d let you know if that was the case…after I enjoyed the view.” She grinned.