TO LIGHT MY FIRE

FIFTEEN

‘Grace Sherwood was sentenced to eight years in prison instead of being

sentenced to death.’

Mr Collins redrew the time line on the board and marked it up with one date.

July 10, 1706

‘There was never a second trial, and when she was released Grace died in her comfortable home in 1740. Officials assumed that she died from natural causes.’

He had a look of doubt as he walked around the class.

‘Before she perished, she reinstated her farm land and lived there until her death. She rarely left the house, but when she did she always would hear whispers about her.

All of their comments named her ‘The Witch of Hankey’

The door screeched open and in came a blue-haired ghost.

Her pale skin seemed to be even whiter.

Not only did she look like a ghost, she had to be one because her neck was completely healed.

‘Are you Mr Collins?’

‘Yes, how may I help you?’

‘I’m a new student. Lucy Hennings.’ She handed him her class schedule to show that she did attend this school. Then I noticed our matching plaid skirts and polos which also proved that she wasn’t lying.

Mr Collins scanned her like he was looking for something wrong with her for a couple of seconds. She was doing the same thing to him.

You would think it would be in a sexual way since how both of them don’t lack in the ‘Pretty Department’, but it looked like pure hatred.

‘Take a seat, Ms. Hennings.’ He broke the silence and tension that I could clearly feel. After a nose flair form Lucy, she strolled to the back of the class and glanced at the girl sitting next to me.

All Lucy did was suck her teeth and the girl scrambled out of her seat like it was crawling with spiders. She found a seat next to Bridget in the front.

With a tiny smirk on her face, Lucy slumped into the now vacant desk. She slouched and rested her legs behind the chair of the girl sitting in front of her.

Mr Collins continued his lesson.

She must’ve realized that I was staring at her.

‘Miss me? Where’s that scrumptious little friend of yours?’ She stuffed a stick of gum in her mouth and winked my way.

‘Cassi, right?’

‘Are you a V-----pire like Clark?’ I hopped over her comment and she turned toward me.

‘Clark’s a fraud since he’s practically a hybrid. Bridget is the real deal. She enjoys the hunt of her feast,’ she said lowly and Bridget turned around on cue. Lucy blew a kiss her way and Bridget’s cheeks were instantly crimson.

‘What are you then?’

‘Ladies, if you don’t mind, I’m trying to teach a lesson here.’

Mr Collins glared at us in frustration.

‘Sir, yes, Sir.’ Lucy saluted him which he ignored and resumed talking.

‘I have a bad vibe,’ Lucy muttered while biting on one of her extremely sharp shiny black acrylics.

Not wanting to get into more trouble, I dismissed her comment and listened to a question one of the girls had.

‘Did Grace have any children?’

‘Three, John S, Richard and James. Richard being the oldest, John the eldest and James the youngest,’ he paused to put the names on the board. ‘There isn’t a ton of information about them, but they were rumoured to have stayed with the mother up until her last breath. The brothers ran across state because they would soon be accused of witchcraft.

They bought some land and began to farm again because that’s all they knew how to do.’

Lucy sat up in her seat suddenly interested in the story.

TO BE CONTINUED....