❝This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.❞
charmed | pre-season one
e. hathaway standalone
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two small-town life
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FIRST DAYS WERE ALWAYS THE WORST, ESPECIALLY WHEN SCHOOL WAS ALREADY IN SESSION AND YOU JUST TRANSFERRED. There were stares, whispers, exchanging stories and soon everyone knew that the new girl Evanora Hathaway had a dead mother and no father and now she's in Hilltown. It was great; just the impression she wanted from her new peers.
Because while her old school had given her pity looks, at least they already knew her. Or, at least, some of them did, so she wasn't just the new girl with a sob story and a fresh start. She was Evanora the runner, Evanora the lead prosecutor for mock trial, Evanora who went to every football game and cheered even though she wasn't a cheerleader – though Jane tried to convince her. They already knew her, but to these kids, she was just Evanora Hathaway the new girl with a sob story.
And she hated it.
The school wasn't terribly large, just about the size of her old one, but she didn't know the hallways or the doors or any of the teachers. There was no one who could tell her about Miss Hawthorne or Coach Jones or whoever else and she couldn't pass down her knowledge to anyone else about Mr. Peterson or Dean Godbee because she didn't know the dean was or any of the teachers. She knew nothing; completely helpless and a senior, to make matters worse.
She was almost done with her four years with Jane, had painted it on the back of her car and everything, and now she had to start everything over again because her mother was murdered and instead of finding out who killed her, the Council just moved her away. And Colleen wondered why she disliked the Elders so much.
She looked at her schedule, which had the same classes she had already been taking, but with different periods for them and different teachers. Different students, different setting, different everything. And even though she told Marisol that she did not need Maggie to show her around – she could do it all herself, thank you very much – she found herself overwhelmed as Bridget Thimble, the school president, smiled at her with pearly whites all on display as she held out her hand.
"Hi, I'm Bridget and welcome to Hilltown High," she greeted, an overly cheery voice hurting Evanora's ears, "I think we're gonna be great friends. Do you need any help getting to classes."
Yes, but not from you, Evanora wanted to say, but she knew that would only make Colleen yell at her later and she had already been through enough of that. "I think I can figure it out myself," she smiled at the girl, showing that she didn't mean any harm – even though she did – and walked away before allowing the girl to say anything else.
H103. That's all she had to find for English. Just H103 and then she would be able to sit down and not think about getting lost for a whole forty-five minutes before the next class. She could manage that...right?
