My Redhead ⚢︎

[1] Back to Salem

Ida Brown has spent one year studying at the university in LA.

Her dream since she was a kid.

She studied psychology, a really succesfull and interesting career for her.

Ida loved to help people and although when she was younger, people could tell that she perceived feelings from people very very well.

Even if the feelings were complicated.

She just understood them.

One morning, at her little apartment, she was watching a movie at home, quite bored.

Soon, she received a mail.

Ida stood in bewilderment as nobody sent her much mails those times.

Hardly ever, and if it was, it was just publicity.

-Who might be?

She opened the app and checked it out.

Well. It was not exactly 'who' but whose.

Then, she read it loud.

" Dear Miss Brown:
As you studied in Salem High Shool for 6 years, you are convided to make a visit and reencounter with past classmates or tuthors. The visit is just 1 hour long.

We hope you can assist for the day 19th February at 1pm.

Considerately:

The Salem High School "

-Wait a minute, that's tomorrow?! Oh gosh. My old school... - she whispered surprised.

And the first thing that came to her mind was Brigitte.

Her ex-literacy teacher.

"Oh Brigitte..." she thought to herself. Then sighing.

Ida was complety confused.

Again? Back to that place, Salem?

Well, she born there so, she took a breath and smiled a bit when remembered her childhood spent in Oregon.

-Ok. I'll go today. I won't have much time if I go tomorrow...

Ida prepared a little bag, with all the necessary things needed.
Clothes, books, her computer and her phone.

She suddenly was outside her house and some of the neighbors peeked out of the window, trying to guess what she was doing going that fast.

But her neighbors were always that gossip.

She got into the car and breathed in deeply.

It was like a journey Back to her past.
Like travelling in time.

Talking bout time, she just shook her head glancing at her watch.

-God, I must hurry.

She didn't really want to admit it.
But maybe her life wasn't as complete as she thought.

Bury something doesn't mean it will dissappear.

And that's exactly what happened to Ida.

While driving, she felt her heart beating going faster.

She couldn't help feeling excited, but also, afraid.

Very afraid.

Will Ms. Brigitte remember her?

Will somebody do?

She had always been the 'ghost student' the one that was nice, but wasn't that appreciated.

Or that's how she thought it was.