Disclaimer: I do not own anything from The Covenant movie that you recognize.
Author's Note: I have decided to re-write this…AGAIN, as I think it sucks…AGAIN! Mae is going to be a little bit more of a real person, at least I hope she will be by the end of this.
Mae's POV
Once again I am the new kid. Woohoo for me. I sighed softly and tilted my head back against the back of the seat I was sitting in. Closing my eyes I thought of New York. That's where I was supposed to be, that's where I was, until… an eraser hit my cheek.
Wait what?
Opening my eyes I looked around at who looked guilty but everyone was facing the teacher, including Reid Garwin who sits a few seats down from me. I thought for sure I'd see him smirking and looking at me sideways, but he was slumped over in his seat and his eyes looked glazed over.
Shrugging my shoulders I tuned back in to the teacher's lecture. What subject is this class anyway?
"So that brings up to the topic of witchcraft, paganism and when it officially became a religion." The teacher explained, writing words on the blackboard.
Oh right, "religions of the world".
"In fact as most of you know some of the students here at Spenser Academy are related to some of the accused women. Miss. Cooper, you have a relative who was one of them correct?"
Several people in class turned to look at me and I avoided looking at them. I hated being the center of attention, which is why I never raised my hand or always slouched in my seat at the back of the class. It isn't that I'm shy, but I'm not totally outgoing either.
"Uh well…" A few people snickered and I heard someone mutter "witch" under their breath. Getting angry I clenched my teeth and my hands balled into fists. I noticed Reid rolled his eyes at me and smirked mockingly.
Shut up! Stop staring at me and just shut up, all of you!
A fluorescent light flickered and exploded. Another light shattered, and then a window. People screamed and jumped up out of their seats, rushing down the stairs and rows of seats. I sat frozen and watched as everything erupted into utter chaos. Someone knocked into me and I was jerked back into reality.
Sparks from the lights had landed on paper which had started small fires everywhere. The teacher was trying to regain control of the students, ushering them out of the room while yelling "single file please everyone".
Standing up from my seat after everyone had left I blinked at the scene around me. It's like what happened back home in New York. I was a descendant, that was true, but what the records of that fateful night in Salem doesn't tell you, is that the person I'm related to was an actual witch. That woman's abilities didn't die with her after she was burned to death, they carried on in the child she had. It went on for generations. My great grandmother is a witch, so is my grandmother, my mother, and now me. Also with each generation the power gets stronger and stronger.
Gathering my stuff, I calmly walked down the stairs and out the classroom door. Pushing the thoughts out of my mind and putting on a smile, so the rest of the world sees me as a normal teenaged girl.