It was your typical sixteenth birthday... Until all spell broke loose! Cool party? Check. Boy of my dreams? Check. First kiss? Not so fast. Because that's when I discovered I was a witch. And not a very good one. Just ask Peter, the ghost I can now see haunting my bedroom, or the zombies I accidentally raised from their graves. And then there's Fletch. Gorgeous Broody Werewolf! And he wants me to lift his curse. Am I ready for this? No. Do I hesitate?...