A/N: Hey everyone! This is one of my favorite fan fictions that I've ever written. Everything in this story is based after the whole Chase thing happened. Although this chapter is short I will be typing a away like a boss on chapter 2 ;) I hope you all like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to the movie Covenant... although I wish I did because they are amazing :)
It'd been months that I've dreamed of coming to Ipswich. Just walking on the streets where my ancestors had once walked was thrilling. My road to self-discovery had begun, okay, so half of my self-discovery… the rest would be deciphered in later years. Truth was I wasn't quite sure who I was to this town, where my family's history actually stood. But it didn't matter because I was to blind sighted to care about stupid old witchy drama from forever ago, I was actually going to belong somewhere and that was more than I could say for the other places I'd lived in.
I searched around the school grounds, it was just how imagined it. The building was old and what looked to me to be an old gothic style brick building. It was beautiful in an odd fairytale kind of way, especially with the morning fog. I supposed it fit my theme, you know, the whole I'm a witch thing. But I wasn't the dark and gloomy type; I liked leaving things on a more positive note. This uniform was uncomfortable and didn't have as many colors as I'd like, so I shortened the skirt a bit, didn't wear socks with my dark purple converse sneakers because it didn't seem necessary at the time, and wore a purple head band with a bow. My shoulder length blonde hair had purple low-lights which made a lot of people turn their heads.
"It's not Halloween yet, freak," a dark haired girl giggled and bumped into my shoulder, knocking my books and paperwork right out of my arms. I refrained myself from doing anything stupid, like flinging in the air making her feet magically slip out from under her, it was tempting. But instead I gave in with a huff and began picking up all the scattered papers.
"Hey there purple people eater," A kid joked leaving a footprint on my admissions paper.
"I don't condone to cannibalism, but next time I'll be sure to tell Hannibal Lector to look you up, asshole."
"Nice comeback," a guy with dark spiked hair and small brown eyes smiled crookedly as he bent down and picked up the few remaining papers. Sarcasm hung thickly in his voice but it wasn't harsh, it was warm and welcoming.
"Yeah come backs are not usually my thing but I try," I laughed half-heartedly, "The names Aria Clinton, Ari for short."
"Caleb Danvers," He said as we stood at the same time. "Welcome to Spenser Academy."
Something told me that I knew him, maybe it was just my extremely over reactive imagination, but it was like we were connected in some odd way. He was Caleb Danvers one of the four Sons of Ipswich. My heart sunk and I smiled so wide that I could swear my face would get stuck that way. But I didn't say anything, why couldn't I just tell him, so you're a witch…me too! In fact my ancestors were in your coven! What a coincidence! Stupid stupid stupid! And I felt even worse just standing there smiling like the Cheshire cat. What if they don't even actually have a coven anymore, what if all of their magic is solo?
"So—I'll see you-a-a—round." I stuttered like the true buffoon I am and walked off. I looked down at my sneakers which I was almost positive that I was going to get in trouble for and made my way up the steps and to my dorm, maybe fitting in here wasn't going to be as easy as it seemed.