The Witches Past, Chapter 11

The Witches Past, Chapter 11

Breann Carlson and Eden Medlin

I stood there for a moment, excited and struggling against the decision to run after my brother. A stubborn part of me didn’t see anything wrong with running after him, but the other part saw danger signs everywhere.

Why would the professor be so persistent in bringing me to the past? I quickly pushed the thought to the back of my mind, as another was brought to the surface. There was something that I forgot, I could feel it. Something that Mr. Blackford had told me, that had slipped my mind in the heat of the moment.

The detail then came to my mind suddenly, hitting me like a ton of bricks. The mysterious boy that had confused and scared me, because he was in my dreams and in my school at the same time. Devin, Owen had called him; that was his name.

I was supposed to bring him with me. I remembered someone saying that it was dangerous to go alone, although I couldn’t figure out why. I had to get back, but how? How was I going to get back? I found myself cut off by the sound of Mr. Blackford’s voice.

“You IDIOT!” He screams, bolting out of the school’s doors.

“What? What did I do?” I say, frightened that he screamed at me, and wondering how he knew who I was in the first place if I was in the past.

“You were supposed to bring the boy with you. It’s dangerous to go alone.” He scolds, glaring at me.

“Yea, you told me that already, I’m sorry. How do we get back?” I questioned, confused. He waved his hands around, and a cloud of smoke appeared, and the orb showed up in an instant.

“Come here. We’ll have to go back to get him.” He put his hand on the orb, and I copied him his actions. The emotions, the feelings of sickness, and the mind numbness repeated. I found myself in the present again, the gym slowly melting into one piece. I saw Devin waiting for us, slightly worried.

“You forgot to bring me. We’ll have to do it again.” He said. The expression on his face was frozen. I shook my head, annoyed at myself for upsetting the professor, and wondered why he was so concerned in the first place.

We went through the same process, my mind still not used to the odd swirling that the room turned into when the transformation started. My stomach still not adapted to the change, as I still got sick inside. Luckily, since we had been through this before, the change didn’t need to be explained. It didn’t take as long, and we were in the past before I had enough time to realize it.

I tried to ignore the fact that my heartbeat had skipped when Devin had reached to hold my hand, and that my hands started sweating when he did manage to reach me.

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