Hunting Mya Jones (First Rewrite)

The Agreement

         "Are you ready?" Misty stands beside me as I think about entering the security office. The last time I was in this office was right after the explosion. I remember sitting in one of those black chairs and waiting for someone to come and ask me what happened. It took forever for anyone to ask me anything. When they did they just wanted me to confirm what they were already told happened, that I caused the explosion. Brad always skipped class. He Thought we should be getting more hands-on in-field training instead of going to class. He started with taking my little brother with him. I'm pretty sure my family will never forgive him for that. Sometimes I think back, Sometimes I miss Jordon. He was my little brother, I was supposed to look out for him. I failed.

"Mya?" Misty asks. Her voice snaps me back today and I shake my head as I try to remember why I am here.

"Yes," I say as I take a deep breath.

"Hey," she puts her hand on my shoulder and we look at each other, "I can go in with you if you need?" A soft reassuring black smile grows onto her face.

"I want to be able to go in on my own, but maybe you could come in with me," I say back. She nods in response and I swallow hard. Why is this so challenging? Maybe it was because last time I got blamed for everything and no one would listen to me. Maybe I am worried that they will think I wrote the letters to myself for attention. That what they said last time, that I blew up the foyer for attention. That was before they knew the weeping widows were there.

"Does this have to do with the explosion?" She asks carefully.

"Weeping Widows, we lured them here. They blamed me." I say.

"Weeping Widows, aren't those just jaded, heartbroken, angry witches?"

"They're more complicating than that, but yes." I take a step, "We should get this over with."

"If you say so," She mutters.

         I walk up to the desk. The room is lit up bright with white walls and those stupid black chairs still sit in the left corner with a nice little round coffee-table sitting in front of them. A woman is sitting behind the desk. Her thick black curly hair is pulled up out of her face into a messy pony-tail. She has a phone to her ear and she points at it when she notices us. I hold the letters in my hands, trying hard to not just crumple them between my palms and fingers. My heart feels like it dropped six feet and yet it now sits in my stomach. Maybe doing this after having lunch was a bad idea. I let out a slow breath and try to compose myself. The woman gets off the phone. I see her name tag says 'Harper Kensington' on it. "What can I help you with?" She asks in a not so enthusiastic tone.

"Yes, hi. I'm getting some concerning letters shoved under my door. I brought them with me," I say as I step closer to the desk. Harper looks up at me and then at the letters I hold in my hand.

"Name?" She says.

"I'm sorry?"

"What. Is. Your. Name?" She rudely sprouts.

"Oh, Mya Kathrine Jones," I reach into my bag and pull out m student ID that I hand to her.

Harper lets out a disappointed sigh, "Mya Jones, did you not get enough excitement two years ago?" She asks.

"I did, but apparently someone is not done with me," I say as I try to hand her the letters. She holds her hand up and refuses to take them.

"When this academy agreed to let you come back to school it was on the condition that you A: were done with that coven completely and nothing related to it would ever come up again, and B: you would stay out of trouble. That is the agreement you signed, correct?" She glares at me from her chair behind the big white desk.