Unforgettable (OLD COPY DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1

A NOTE FROM ME (the author):

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Chapter 1

Tiny, silver bubbles trail past me, the light, fluttering sensation of them tracing over my arms feeling much like moths beating their wings against my skin. My shadow soars far beneath me as I glide through the water, each stroke of my arms launching me forward in a way that can almost be close to flying though I have no wings to carry me.

The edge of the pool looms before me and I surface, my hand flying for the stopwatch that I've set out as I slam down the stop button. I gasp in a breath of air and clutch the edge of the pool, the chill of wet concrete soaking through my arms as I slump forward and flip up my swim goggles.

I turn over the stopwatch to read it after I've caught my breath, the time, 4:21, reflecting back at me in black numbers.

"Four twenty-one," someone calls out, their voice echoing across the empty, glass-walled natatorium, "that's a good time for a four hundred meter freestyle."

I look up at the bleachers rimming the edge of the pool to see that Indigo is sitting towards the top, her phone held in her hand. Sunlight is trickling in from the wide windows and is casting her in a golden light as the sun slowly sets in the distance, making her almost appear to be fae-like. She looks different since she's been in college, more mature than usual as she sits high above me with her hair pulled back into an elaborate braid over one shoulder.

"When did you get here?" I ask as I climb out of the pool and sit on the edge, the water noisily sloshing across the concrete as it darkens it.

"My flight landed an hour ago, I thought that I'd come by and see you first," she explains as she stands and stretches before she picks up a backpack that is sitting next to her on the bleachers.

"I didn't know that you were coming back to Boston," I reply and she shrugs and descends the metal stairs.

"Chicago has been a little boring lately, I didn't want to spend another spring break there," she says and gives me a lopsided smile.

"Not even another visit to their art institute could get you to stay?" I tease and she shakes her head as she walks over to me and pauses a few feet away.

"No, I think I've done enough touring during my weekends, I wanted to come home-," her voice trails off when the doors on the far side of the natatorium open and I glance in their direction as I stand up.

A fellow teacher for one of the first year classes makes a gesture with her arms as she leads a group of wide-eyed teens into the building, 'oohs' and 'ahhs' rising from them as they gawk at the architecture of the grand natatorium.

Greenwood has been hard at work recruiting new witches to the school due to the Hallewell incident, which had resulted in a drop of new sophomores the semester afterwards and thus began the hurried build of the natatorium as a last ditch effort to entice people to enroll their children here.

It seems to have worked over the past year, as the group that the teacher is leading right now is relatively large considering the last couple of tours that I've seen. A few heads turn in my direction as the teens walk along the edge of the pool and I can't resist the urge to think that they know who I really am when some of their gazes linger a bit too long.