Her (Rewrite of PEGGY)

Chapter seven

walking through the doors of a holy place gave me a sudden headache, My vision gets blurry, i look around, the only person in sight that would come into focus is Donna, up there giving her speech.

"...what is the good in that? my name means--" 

"stop!" Harold calls out,

Donna looks up from the stand, her jaw drops, "Harold Soldings what are you doing?!" she cries,

"GET OUTTA HERE SOLDINGS, YOU'RE RUINING MY SISTERS SPEECH!" Elliot hisses looking back at Harold with a death glare, Gavriel doesn't look so pleased either.

The whole church looking back at us makes me feel awkward and wanna puke, A few jewish girls bite their bottom lips from the sight of Bill, i gotta admit he does look pretty good and pretty good-looking

It didn't catch my eye at first but I noticed the woman in red, the blonde ponytail, the woman we saw at my house, Jonathan's store.

her first name sickens me, I can't think of it or speak of it without feeling like dying.

The woman in red is here.

she turns her head slowly smiling widely, her smile ear to ear, lipstick smeared, her smile, all torn as if she glided a knife across her face.

"o-oh my god." I say wide-eyed, i close my eyes tight then re-open them again. She's gone.

"Donna Blitstein, I'm in love with you." Harold starts, then leaning over to me and Sam, Bill, "find the book, back room down the hall, go."

"ok--" I say before noticing a pretty jewish girl with long sandy blonde hair, straight at the lop and beautiful curls at the bottom, shes looking at me with her breath-taking light blue eyes, 

I can't do that to Molly. I look away immediately, 

I take Sam and Bill down the hallway and down to the back room before we hear Harold's cheesy speech to Donna and how much he loves her while he breaks down crying, 

we enter a room with hundreds of books, almost like a library, The three of us look around for this stupid book that Edward was talking about, 

"looking for something?" a boy appears behind a shelf that I have never realized was there.

"Shit!" I fall back almost shitting myself from the scare, "w-who are you?" 

the boy giggles a bit then reaching his hand out as I grab it, I get up dusting myself off from the dusty, dirty floors, 

"Steven Herts" he smiles, 

"you're jewish I'm guessing??" I sigh, 

"nope, wiccan."

"what the hell is that?" my eyes narrows at the mysterious red covered book in his hands.

"wiccan, or the book?" 

"the book"

"oh! this one boy was at the stone tower by forest lane where I was doing a ritual with my friends, until he was there, he told me to grab it before its too late, " Steven gives a innocent look, 

"wait.. wiccan.. Edwards wiccan." I say,

"is he a friend of yours?" Steven asks 

"no way." I laugh a bit " that kids scary." 

"wait...haven't i seen you in school before..? are you that..Navie Jacksons, related to Harold Soldings?" 

"yeah--" before i can say anymore Steven smacks me across the face with the book in hand, making me fall over again, knocking me unconscious somehow, all i can hear is shouts from Sam and Bill before everything goes quiet. it feels like a peaceful death, my muscles released along with my stress and pain, sickness. 

was life over? did i seriously die by getting smacked hard across the face with a big book??

this feels weird.