Smoke, Fog, and Haze.

LENA

I been having these dreams all summer long. I’m standing in a wide open clearing, and the sky is dark, like a storm is about to come down, and a big one. I hear a voice call out my name, it’s like a whisper I can hear in my ear, so close I get goosebumps. The air feels heavy, and my legs feel weak, I feel like I’ve been awake for hours. I just wanna lay down and give up, but I know I can’t, something inside me is telling me that I can’t quit. And then I see him. He’s standing across the clearing, but I see him clear as crystal. Dark brown hair, green eyes, sharp features. And it feels, it feels like I know him, like I need him, and he needs me. I try to reach out to him, but he’s too far, I try to call out his name, but I don’t know it. Suddenly I’m overwhelmed by this feeling, and it feels like it’s coming from him, being sent to me, this feeling that everything is gonna be okay, and then I’m awake.

When you live in a town as small as I do, you learn quickly that there ain’t much to do, like, at all. Abingdon, Virginia. The town of shit, we’ve got one starbucks, which is ridiculously over priced, and by the time we get movies, the rest of the world already has em on DVD. There ain’t much to do in Abingdon, and if you’re like any other high school kid around here, your life revolves around football games, sports, and getting into a college far, far away, even though no one really ever leaves Abingdon. All the adults had dreams of going to college and movin’ far away, hell, some of em even did, but they all come back. Not me though, I’ll be goin to the University of New York, the city that never sleeps. I’ll be grateful to get away from a real sleepy town. But I have a responsibility while I’m here. Now if you’re like me, your life revolves around two things, my best friends, and the coven that we form. Our ancestors founded the town, and those same ancestors were witches, or as we would say, spell castors. As the heirs to the four founding families and the coven that’s been around since the town has, it’s our job to keep those traditions going, especially the coven. None of our parents practice their magic anymore, but we do. We’ve known about our abilities since we can remember, but our parents told us we couldn’t practice magic until we were 18, only to prepare for that day. Little did they know, we’d go out to Chloe’s barn almost everyday to practice, and boy were we strong. Strongest castors we knew, or so we thought.

Monday, 8:14 am.

I gave myself the one last look in the mirror, dark hair down, curled, a simple pair of blue jeans and a white tank top, my makeup was light, but noticeable. I grabbed my backpack before heading out from my room and hopping down the stairs.
“Good morning sunshine.” My mom smiles sipping on her morning file, reviewing a case file, my mom was the towns judge, just like her dad was.
“Morning” I responded quickly, grabbing a banana before making sure I had everything I needed. I heard a honk outside that startled me and my mom.
“Lexi’s here.” I rolled my eyes at her obnoxious honk before grabbing my backpack off the counter, I gave my mom a kick kiss on the cheek before heading out the front door.
“That’s what you’re wearing on the first day of junior year?” Lexi quipped looking me up and down while sipping on her latte. Lexi looked like her picture perfect self, long, black hair cascading around her face, the black skirt and crop top she was wearing perfectly accentuated her tall figure, which only increased with the black high heeled boots, all complimented by her porcelain skin.
“Alright, queen of darkness, can we get goin?” I rolled my eyes at her.
“I like it when you call me a queen,” She said getting in the drivers seat, “You should address me as royalty more often.”
“Royal pain in my ass” I muttered quietly.

Monday, 8:17 am.

“So did you hear that Lydia Quarells moved to LA over the summer?” Lexi asked as we walked down the hall to our lockers, waving at people we hadn’t seen over the summer as we talked.
“Ugh, lucky bitch.” I responded, “I’d give anything to get outta here.”
“Oh come on,” Lexi nudged me, “It ain’t all that bad.”
“Speak for yourself.” I nudged back.
“Good morning.” I said as we arrived at our lockers, addressing our other two best friends, Chloe and Jade. Chloe was dressed like her typical, southern belle self, a white, flowy spaghetti strap dress with a pair of tan sandals and gold jewellery. Chloe was dressed like the stylish version of me, blue jeans, with a pink blouse and black booties. It didn’t have to be pointed out to us that we were all pretty beautiful.
“Hey.” Chloe chirped excitedly.
“Howdy.” Jade added tipping an invisible cowboy hat.
“Y’all hear ‘bout Lydia Quarells?” I asked opening my locker and stuffing some books in.
“Y’all hear ‘bout anyone luckier?” Jade answered and we all chuckled. The bell went off for class, we said our goodbyes and agreed to meet at lunch. I walked into my first class, AP Psych, and took a seat. My teacher, Dr. Philips introduced himself before beginning to take attendance.
“Styles?” He said. Styles? I ain’t heard about no Styles.
“Here.” I heard a voice answer, and there he was.
The boy I been dreaming about.

Notes

Hi guys! I’m the author of people change people and this is a new story that I’m writing, think somewhere in between Beautiful Creatures and The Secret Circle lol. I hope y’all enjoy!