Changed Forever

It was just supposed to be a same old geography school trip to a small American village... but things never work out that way do they? When a strange woman starts to abduct members of Megan's group she knows that she has to do something. But what can a 17 year old girl do to stop a 100 year old dark magic? Cue the prophecy...

A Sweet Little Town...

            It was a school trip. Not for any lesson in particular, although the geography department had organised it, and it had been open to the whole year. There weren’t many of us; in fact I was surprised at who had chosen to come along. It was a sweet little town, just how you would imagine your perfect American sweetheart home to be. The bungalows were large but pretty. You could imagine the rooms; delicate wallpaper and perfect china. Beautiful. 

The bus trundled along the main road into the town. I looked around at the hills that sheltered it on three sides, almost as if for protection. The sun was just sinking behind the tallest hill. The shadow was stretching across, reaching with its invisible hand towards the town, as if it were putting it to bed. I smiled. The whole place felt so warm and comforting. I looked at Rebecca. She too had been looking out at our temporary home. She looked back at me and grinned.

            “It’s beautiful.” She said. “Nothing like I had imagined it; none of the dreary cottages and old people wandering the streets. I think it will be fun after all!”

             I laughed. “Yes, I had thought that too. Let’s hope the hotel is just as good!”

It was. It had been built to look like an old inn. Its large oak doors swung open as we pulled up alongside the curb. A lady, about fifty years old, stepped through, grinning at us all. She brushed her hands down her brightly patterned apron and waved to us. One of the girls further back snorted and everyone broke out into giggles.

             “What a weirdo.” I heard one of the boys say. I turned to see who it was. Mark looked straight back at me. “This trip’s gonna be the worst two weeks ever.”

               I just shook my head and turned back round. “Why did they even choose to come along?” I whispered to Rebecca.

               She just shrugged her shoulders and replied, “maybe they thought it was going to be a laugh.”

                I looked back to the woman. She was scuttling down the stairs towards the teachers, who had got out to stretch their legs. I could just hear her high pitched voice greeting them and welcoming them to Barton. Miss Irvin pulled herself back onto the bus and told us to get off and line up in our groups.

               Once we were off the bus I looked around at our group. Grace, Rebecca and I had been put with Christina, Tom, Mark, Jake and Charlie. The three of us would have been happy with a room to ourselves but the only rooms available were four bedroom rooms. Our group would split into boys and girls for the night but during the day we would spend every living moment with them. I didn’t mind as such, and neither did Rebecca, but Grace wasn’t happy with the whole arrangement. She had been complaining weeks before, but we had just told her that at least it wasn’t too bad; at least she was with us.

We collected our suitcases and dragged them up the steps towards the wooden door. I didn’t know about anyone else but mine weighed a ton! I could barely drag it along flat land, let alone up stairs. Everyone was huffing and puffing by the time we reached the door. The woman held it open for us as we traipsed through, greeting each and every one of us. We just forced a smile back at her and stumbled into a large room. At the far end was a small bar and in front of it was a maze of tables and chairs. In the left wall was a large fireplace. The fire inside was roaring, even though it was still warm outside. We left our suitcases by the door and went to sit down. I took another look around. There were two staircases, on either side of the bar. On the walls were hung animal heads. Trophies of hunting’s past. I grimaced. It didn’t feel right to me, to see the poor animals heads stuck to the wall. I looked away. The teachers were at the bar organising the rooms. Mr Son came back over and told us our room numbers. We were in room twenty seven on the right side of the inn. The boys were in the same room on the left side. We grabbed our cases and headed up the stairs.

The rooms weren’t too bad either. I’ve never been overly fond of sleeping in someone else’s bed, but at least the sheets weren’t scratchy, and the walls weren’t overly decorated. The pattern was a simple creamy swirl of flowers. Christina threw her case down next to the bed nearest the door. I took the one by the window. Rebecca took the one opposite me and Grace took the one by the far wall. There was a large wooden wardrobe in the corner and I made a joke about it leading to Narnia. Rebecca giggled, but there was no reaction from the other two.

I looked out the window and sighed. The hills were silhouetted by the sun. I looked down across the town. The houses were arranged in rows with their gardens reaching out behind them. The front of the houses had tiny gardens, lined with small trees. I turned and opened my suitcase. It was jammed packed. I took out my day and evening clothes and walked over to the wardrobe. I almost hoped that it would lead me to Narnia, or at least somewhere which had some slightly cheerful people in it. But no, there was no world. I hung my clothes up and went back to my case. I took out my shoes and tucked them under the wardrobe and I flung my nightie over the side of the bed.



The End

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