Thread: A Love Lost In Time

Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch!... The angry mob chanted as a couple of townspeople personally gathered wood and twigs and branches all for a 'bonfire.' Yeah, like it really was a bonfire. Many of the people were holding torches, screaming and glaring, especially as a cloaked and hooded young woman was being brought through the group by two rough townspeople. Of course though, she was begging them not to do this to her. She wasn't a bad one. She was good it's just her curiosity led her to this and once she found it, she didn't want it to stop but she'd never hurt a soul. During all the hustling and bustling of getting her on that bonfire and tying her up, the hood of her cloak fell, to reveal an especially young girl only seventeen and condemned to death for the use of witchcraft. Her cheeks were tear stained, her hair was messy. She looked like she had been living in a cell for days and treated unfairly. Her heart was beating so hard, she could feel it in her head, throbbing and vibrating in there. It was so overwhelming. And then suddenly, they lit the fire and she watched as it spread. Her breathing became more quickened and she was screaming out pleads and begging for mercy. But it was too late. Just before the flames engulfed her and her screams--ending her life--she caught one last glimpse of the love of her life. And in that last moment, she managed to preserve her soul, vowing to return one day to reunite with him. Leighton Anne Barnes would return. About four hundred years passed and the Barnes estate was the home to her descendants, and a more prominent one who could be mistaken for Leighton's twin Leigh Barnes. She was named after her great aunt who was wrong condemned. Her death was a big thing in their family and the story traveled four hundred years to now. It had a big impact on Leigh's life, what with rumors of her aunt's power and vow to return but like any other teenager who just wanted to survive high school, Leigh passed it off as a supernatural joke that would only happen in the movies. Things like that, don't happen in reality they just don't. The Barnes' had left Massachusetts only a few years after Leighton's execution and only now were they returning. They never sold their legendary home. It had always been home. While Kansas did its purpose--raising Leigh away from all her family history--it never truly did feel like home, the way their home in Massachusetts felt. The moving truck arrived to the large home. It looked like a colonial home but with a sort of modern twist to it. Over the years, it had been redone so many times that it looked how it is to its original glory but there was always something different. Leigh hopped out of her parents' truck and she looked at the house, putting her hands on her hips. It was beautiful and to be honest, she preferred here more than Kansas as if something was drawing her back here she had only been to Massachusetts once and that was when she was five and she loved it. Perhaps it was truly something more to her than she expected but she always shoved it aside. Salem was Salem. Oh sweetie, it's almost time for school. Your father and I have it here alright, okay? You promised you wouldn't miss your first day. Her mother said softly, in a slight lecturing way. When her mother got that way, it was wise to not argue. Yeah, yeah. I just can't believe it. On the day we move here, I have to go to school. Leigh said, grabbing her backpack out of the back of the truck. But along the way you were just saying how excited you were to get out of, how did you say it--'Hicktown Kansas?' Her mother asked with a small grin. Leigh just smiled at her mom, only to roll her eyes. I'll see you both in the afternoon. With that, she set course for the high school. Hayden Price High School, only a short distance from her new home. This entire week, her parents had been really working to get things ready for the move. She was enrolled into school via telephone and fax machine and had all the information she needed--class schedule, map of the school, and textbooks as well as supplies. Pulling her backpack on only one shoulder, as she neared the school, she pulled out her class schedule and map of the school from the pocket of her ripped jeans. She had on a black and white plaid shirt and her naturally wavy long black hair was tied up in a messy high ponytail, her bangs covering her forehead, almost her eyes now too--she needed a trim. On her feet were a pair of old converse which she colored out of sheer boredom. Stepping onto the pavement that was technically Hayden Price property, she looked up at the school it was beautiful and at least seemed to have a good education system, but that was the least of her worries. Giving out a small sigh, the slightly timid seventeen year old girl walked towards the school's entrance. It was always nervous to start at a new school. But something about Salem, Massachusetts screamed home. She had no idea why, though.