I lived a normal life. Typical 21st century life. Until one night at a sleepover. All the girls there slipped of into a bathroom to play stupid games like Bloody Mary or the Ouija Board and I refused. Nothing happened and the girls got overly excited and freaked themselves out swearing they heard a whisper coming from the tub. Well let me tell you, I was in the tub. I whispered in an air vent in the bedroom and the sound carried into the air vent near the shower. It was great. They screamed and Emily (who hosted the slumber party) her parents ran up the stairs (that were probably gold crested with Brazilian mahogany handrails) four stories from the dining room to see what was wrong. When Emily explained, Emily's mom sent all the girls home. Mom was not at home because she had to go to a funeral and that''s when the tragedy started. A cab picked me up and we crashed. The driver lived but I died... that's what they all think anyway. I'm Evanna Chile. And I am living a previous life in 1692. I have to get back.
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"WHERE AM I?" I screamed unto the creaky, dusty town where women and men stared at my modern clothes. Hide. I thought to myself, Go now and blend in. Find new clothes. I ran. Stealing is wrong. Stealing is wrong. A dress and petty coat was hanging on a line. They looked my size. I grabbed them. And ran to the nearest building where I undressed and attempted to put on the clothing that consisted of complicated buttons and straps. The dress was red and gold with floral designs. I threw my clothes on the dusty ground and shoved dirt over the top of them.
"Where am I?" I asked to the crowd. The blank stares scared me. I bustled through the crowd and broke into a sprint. A boy about my age rushed into me sending us both to the ground.
"I am so sorry!" I said.
"Nonono, it was my faul-" he looked me over. "oh," he said with a mischievous look in his eye. He bit his lip and began to speak as if pondering every word he said. "You are really...never mind."
"I'm what?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
"Pretty."
"Thanks."
"Thanks?" he asked. Oh dang, I forgot I was in some strange time loop or something.
"Thank you." So when in doubt, or in what appears to be a time loop after you just die in your present life, always ask the first convenient boy who's hot and calls you pretty. "I don't know where I am. I don't know when I am.So could you please just explain something to me, because I know you think I sound crazy. I think I sound crazy. And I know,"
"I don't think you're crazy."
"You don't?"
"No...and I know who you are. You need to come with me."
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He grabbed my arm and we ran as fast as our four legs could carry us. Through town and over fields. Through dirt roads dodging horses carrying rich folk.
"Slow down!" I commanded.
"We're here anyway." he announced. We arrived at a creaky old building that looked as massive as it did haunted. (which by the way was pretty big.) He lead me through the rickety structure which appeared to be a library. We went to the back room with a single candle, which was still dark and quiet, and a single book in the center of the floor. It had a red velvety cover with a solid gold lock.
"I didn't get your name." I muttered quietly.
"Jack Nathaniel Dentin. Yours?"
"Evanna."
"Your full name."
"Evanna Roseleah Evelyn Chile." I laughed stupidly. Something about Jack gave me an uneasy yet intrigued feeling. I was desperate to know him better. Jack pulled a gold key from his shoe and clicked it into place within the lock. He blew fifty percent in an effort to blow the dust from its fuzzy cover. I could tell the binding was fragile and read the words on the front.
Salvador Pretter's
Key to Life and Beyond.
The Sequel to Salem's Message.
Jack turned to the page with scarily enough my face on it. He read aloud:
"In the distant future I have predicted a young angel who is cursed will die and come to our time to save us. Then name wasn't clear in my vision, but the first letters of her names will be EREC. People will accuse her of witchcraft and this may or may not lead to her death, but the only person to help her will be a young man named Jack. A boy who's got emerald eyes and is born at the end of September, 1679. This is to be a sure fact of my visions, and remember, Salem is a scary town. Events will happen that will change your life. TRUST NO ONE."
"What is this?"
"A book explaining of greater powers that I for one did not believe in until you came to this town. We have to hide you before they come"
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End of Part One
