Author's Note:
This is a little fic I wrote to beat my writer's block.
The idea dawned on me while I was watching the tape of The Witches Of Eastwick last night... I thought... 'Whatever happened to the three little boys at the end of the movie?'
Well, this is my view on what happened, so I hope you think its good... cuz I sure as hell don't know anything anymore! I have no opinion of my own! So please review, even if the story is the worse thing you've ever read!!! PLEASE!
Okay... with that outa my system, let me just mention that the first chapter is kinda slow... but I promise the story will get a little more interesting once I get further into it... so just keep your pants on and try to be patient!
P.S. I'm kinda still working on the title... so try not to get to attached to it, lol.
Thanks Again...
~ Maggie Roth
***
The wind rustled against the newly stirred leaves on the many trees that lined the streets of the New England small town. It was midsummer and it would soon be back to school for the students of Eastwick, and a somewhat outlandish welcome to yet another guest to the town in Maine.
"Great, one week till death row!" the eighteen-year-old dark blonde boy said as leaned against one of the many oak trees in the large backyard.
"Maybe we can just burn the school down, then we wont have to worry about our senior year for awhile!" another boy the same age said as he lay on the grass casually with boredom.
"Yeah Tim, and maybe we can get arrested for arson while we're at it, I'm sure that'll look good on our college forms..." Simon commented unamused, his red hair shinning like fire in the bright summer sun.
"Hey, lighten up some, don't be so damn pessimistic or I'll start calling you Jake!" Tim added, pointing to the boy who leaned against the tree, Jake.
"Something's gonna happen today... I can feel it..." Jake muttered in a detached tone as he stared out in space.
"Yeah, my mom's gonna bitch at me some more for not doing the dishes!" Tim sarcastically implied, the other two ignored him.
***
Jenna stared blankly out the window as she slumped in the backseat of her parent's car, the array of moving vans following their lead down the barren back roads of the coast.
"Look at this view! The ocean is beautiful, just smell that air!" her mother exhaled as she tried to cheer the now depressed seventeen-year-old girl.
Jenna remained silent, she glanced up at the sign that flew by her window which read, 'Eastwick, Est. 1640, Pop. 7,680', she then sighed unimpressed.
The car pulled up to a small, but reasonably sized house that almost hid from the town, it looked almost like a cottage, but with a more modern, stable appearance as it rested above the quiet little lake.
"Wow mom, sure it isn't gonna sink?" she scoffed in a low, cocky tone, her mother only gave her an angry glare which made Jenna lower her purple sunglasses.
"Very funny, why don't you go check out your room before we rent it out and you have to sleep underwater." Her father told her as he walked away from the car and handed her the front door key.
Jenna slowly traipsed down the dock, which led to the front door of the house.
"This is what we left New York and all my friends for?" she though to herself as she unlocked the door.
"I don't know what to do with her... first she does this radical thing to her hair..." her mother muttered in frustration, referring to the color of Jenna's hair, which was a shade of purple so dark it appeared black unless under the brightest of light which fell straight a little below her shoulders. A somewhat drastic change from the long auburn curls she had only a week earlier.
"She's a teenager, I'm sure she'll grow out of it... eventually." Her father said calmly, her mother only sighed unconvinced.
The movers had set up the black rod iron canopy bed in Jenna's new room, the sun was setting and she was beginning to feel tired. She laid on the bed, staring up at the bare white ceiling above her... thinking about her friends she had unwillingly left behind in Manhattan.
"I hate Eastwick." She mumbled to herself, then slid her headphones over her ears and closed her eyes, hopefully things would seem better in the morning...
***
A week had gone by and things were starting to become normal for the Larson's, until the day that every new student dreads the most... the first day of school.
Jenna walked down the crowded halls of Lenox High School, she was a senior, but certainly didn't look or feel like one. Her hair was put in pigtails and her long bangs fell around her face, she crept down the hallway in search of the principal's office, the other students stared at her awkwardly, clearly she wasn't from around there. They were all dressed in nice almost uniform like clothes despite the fact there was no dress code, Jenna on the other hand wore an oversized black t-shirt with the emblem of Thir13en Ghosts on the front of it and a pair of baggy jeans.
Her black sneakers shuffled along the tiled floors as she found her first class, Trigonometry, her worse subject. Jenna sighed with defeat as she entered the classroom downheartedly. She found an empty chair next to a rather lengthy boy with dark brown hair, she kept her head down as she sat next to him at the black table made for two. Her eyes were fixed on the tabletop in front of her, but Jenna could still feel his eyes upon her, she was then slowly overcome by paranoia.
Tim glanced over at the girl who had just sat next to him... in a word she wasn't all that different from the usual 'social misfits' he came by at the school... but still, he had a feeling there was something different about this one.
The class bell rang and Jenna gathered up her navy blue backpack and slung the black strap over her shoulder. As she exited the classroom and began to make her way down the hall, she realized she was being followed.
"Hey, you're new here, right?" Tim asked impulsively as he caught up to her down the hall.
"Yeah, why?" she responded blankly.
"No reason just looks like you needed someone to talk to... I'm Tim by they way, Tim Medford..." he said, holding out his lanky hand, Jenna only glanced at it dismissively.
"Jenna Larson..." she mumbled.
"So, where ya from?"
"New York." She said emotionless, Tim was taken back a bit at the mention of the city.
"Cool, I gotta go... but if you have trouble finding your way around, I'm your man!" he said happily, running off in the opposite direction.
"That was different!" Jenna thought as she smiled slightly at the boy's presumptuousness.
***
"Hey, you guys are never gonna guess what we got!" Tim babbled to Jake and Simon as he ran alongside them in the next hallway.
"An acceptance to Harvard?" Simon said sarcastically, laughing at the thought of Tim at such a prestigious school.
"No... this chic from New York! Can you believe it, New York!" he told them in shocked tone.
"Wow, she'll really fit in here." Jake said bluntly.
"Why would anyone leave New York to come to Eastwick?" Simon asked confused.
"That's what I'd like to know! Interesting, huh?" Tim said.
"No... not really..." Jake sighed. "Oh come on man, don't go bothering her! She doesn't need your bullshit on top all this!"
"What? All I'm thinking is help her out with adjusting... kinda like that..."
"No, I know what you're thinking..." Jake mumbled unimpressed. "Every girl at this school hates you, mainly cuz you're you! So just do yourself, and the new girl a favor... leave her alone!"
Simon and Jake walked ahead of Tim to their next class, the tall skinny boy stood outside the classroom for a moment, thinking over whether or not he should listen to his friend's advice. But Tim never did listen to anyone, especially when they were right...
This is a little fic I wrote to beat my writer's block.
The idea dawned on me while I was watching the tape of The Witches Of Eastwick last night... I thought... 'Whatever happened to the three little boys at the end of the movie?'
Well, this is my view on what happened, so I hope you think its good... cuz I sure as hell don't know anything anymore! I have no opinion of my own! So please review, even if the story is the worse thing you've ever read!!! PLEASE!
Okay... with that outa my system, let me just mention that the first chapter is kinda slow... but I promise the story will get a little more interesting once I get further into it... so just keep your pants on and try to be patient!
P.S. I'm kinda still working on the title... so try not to get to attached to it, lol.
Thanks Again...
~ Maggie Roth
***
The wind rustled against the newly stirred leaves on the many trees that lined the streets of the New England small town. It was midsummer and it would soon be back to school for the students of Eastwick, and a somewhat outlandish welcome to yet another guest to the town in Maine.
"Great, one week till death row!" the eighteen-year-old dark blonde boy said as leaned against one of the many oak trees in the large backyard.
"Maybe we can just burn the school down, then we wont have to worry about our senior year for awhile!" another boy the same age said as he lay on the grass casually with boredom.
"Yeah Tim, and maybe we can get arrested for arson while we're at it, I'm sure that'll look good on our college forms..." Simon commented unamused, his red hair shinning like fire in the bright summer sun.
"Hey, lighten up some, don't be so damn pessimistic or I'll start calling you Jake!" Tim added, pointing to the boy who leaned against the tree, Jake.
"Something's gonna happen today... I can feel it..." Jake muttered in a detached tone as he stared out in space.
"Yeah, my mom's gonna bitch at me some more for not doing the dishes!" Tim sarcastically implied, the other two ignored him.
***
Jenna stared blankly out the window as she slumped in the backseat of her parent's car, the array of moving vans following their lead down the barren back roads of the coast.
"Look at this view! The ocean is beautiful, just smell that air!" her mother exhaled as she tried to cheer the now depressed seventeen-year-old girl.
Jenna remained silent, she glanced up at the sign that flew by her window which read, 'Eastwick, Est. 1640, Pop. 7,680', she then sighed unimpressed.
The car pulled up to a small, but reasonably sized house that almost hid from the town, it looked almost like a cottage, but with a more modern, stable appearance as it rested above the quiet little lake.
"Wow mom, sure it isn't gonna sink?" she scoffed in a low, cocky tone, her mother only gave her an angry glare which made Jenna lower her purple sunglasses.
"Very funny, why don't you go check out your room before we rent it out and you have to sleep underwater." Her father told her as he walked away from the car and handed her the front door key.
Jenna slowly traipsed down the dock, which led to the front door of the house.
"This is what we left New York and all my friends for?" she though to herself as she unlocked the door.
"I don't know what to do with her... first she does this radical thing to her hair..." her mother muttered in frustration, referring to the color of Jenna's hair, which was a shade of purple so dark it appeared black unless under the brightest of light which fell straight a little below her shoulders. A somewhat drastic change from the long auburn curls she had only a week earlier.
"She's a teenager, I'm sure she'll grow out of it... eventually." Her father said calmly, her mother only sighed unconvinced.
The movers had set up the black rod iron canopy bed in Jenna's new room, the sun was setting and she was beginning to feel tired. She laid on the bed, staring up at the bare white ceiling above her... thinking about her friends she had unwillingly left behind in Manhattan.
"I hate Eastwick." She mumbled to herself, then slid her headphones over her ears and closed her eyes, hopefully things would seem better in the morning...
***
A week had gone by and things were starting to become normal for the Larson's, until the day that every new student dreads the most... the first day of school.
Jenna walked down the crowded halls of Lenox High School, she was a senior, but certainly didn't look or feel like one. Her hair was put in pigtails and her long bangs fell around her face, she crept down the hallway in search of the principal's office, the other students stared at her awkwardly, clearly she wasn't from around there. They were all dressed in nice almost uniform like clothes despite the fact there was no dress code, Jenna on the other hand wore an oversized black t-shirt with the emblem of Thir13en Ghosts on the front of it and a pair of baggy jeans.
Her black sneakers shuffled along the tiled floors as she found her first class, Trigonometry, her worse subject. Jenna sighed with defeat as she entered the classroom downheartedly. She found an empty chair next to a rather lengthy boy with dark brown hair, she kept her head down as she sat next to him at the black table made for two. Her eyes were fixed on the tabletop in front of her, but Jenna could still feel his eyes upon her, she was then slowly overcome by paranoia.
Tim glanced over at the girl who had just sat next to him... in a word she wasn't all that different from the usual 'social misfits' he came by at the school... but still, he had a feeling there was something different about this one.
The class bell rang and Jenna gathered up her navy blue backpack and slung the black strap over her shoulder. As she exited the classroom and began to make her way down the hall, she realized she was being followed.
"Hey, you're new here, right?" Tim asked impulsively as he caught up to her down the hall.
"Yeah, why?" she responded blankly.
"No reason just looks like you needed someone to talk to... I'm Tim by they way, Tim Medford..." he said, holding out his lanky hand, Jenna only glanced at it dismissively.
"Jenna Larson..." she mumbled.
"So, where ya from?"
"New York." She said emotionless, Tim was taken back a bit at the mention of the city.
"Cool, I gotta go... but if you have trouble finding your way around, I'm your man!" he said happily, running off in the opposite direction.
"That was different!" Jenna thought as she smiled slightly at the boy's presumptuousness.
***
"Hey, you guys are never gonna guess what we got!" Tim babbled to Jake and Simon as he ran alongside them in the next hallway.
"An acceptance to Harvard?" Simon said sarcastically, laughing at the thought of Tim at such a prestigious school.
"No... this chic from New York! Can you believe it, New York!" he told them in shocked tone.
"Wow, she'll really fit in here." Jake said bluntly.
"Why would anyone leave New York to come to Eastwick?" Simon asked confused.
"That's what I'd like to know! Interesting, huh?" Tim said.
"No... not really..." Jake sighed. "Oh come on man, don't go bothering her! She doesn't need your bullshit on top all this!"
"What? All I'm thinking is help her out with adjusting... kinda like that..."
"No, I know what you're thinking..." Jake mumbled unimpressed. "Every girl at this school hates you, mainly cuz you're you! So just do yourself, and the new girl a favor... leave her alone!"
Simon and Jake walked ahead of Tim to their next class, the tall skinny boy stood outside the classroom for a moment, thinking over whether or not he should listen to his friend's advice. But Tim never did listen to anyone, especially when they were right...