A/N: Well, it's been quite a while since I've posted anything at all on this website (we're approaching five years, which I never thought would happen, but here we are). Anyway, the idea for this story came about as a discussion I had with another user on the Another wiki, Shanethefilmaker (you can find him there or on YouTube, and definitely should). Essentially we were talking about how an "Americanized" adaptation of Another would look. I liked the idea so much I decided to start writing it. This story began on August 6th, 2014 (ironically just a few weeks shy of seven years after the events therein began to take place).
I don't know if such a thing as this exists on FFN already, but if so I want the record to be set straight that this is more or less my own interpretation of the series, bolstered by the fantastic database of information that is the Another wiki (and I should know, I've been the admin since the summer of 2014). Keep in mind that while feedback is always welcome, I'm already several "episodes" into things now, and so any suggestions you make probably won't be implemented, since for one thing you won't have any idea how far the story has actually progressed. All the same, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have writing it. As always, read, review, subscribe, but be careful.
It's already started.
I'm sure you've heard the stories. The rumors whispered in these halls. The stories of a darkness hiding among us. Someone who doesn't belong.
Someone…dead.
Someone has to make a record. Someone has to tell people what actually happened…and why. Because as tragic as the events of those years were, knowing the why can sometimes make things less horrific.
Here's what I remember.
1972 was a year like any other. A student named Jordan was assigned to Homeroom #319. Everyone knew Jordan, and everyone loved her. I'm sure you've known people like that; there's always someone in every class. A fixture. The rock upon which everything else is founded.
So when Jordan and her entire family were killed in a fire, the class was struck a devastating blow. No one could believe it. Jordan couldn't be…gone, could she? It was unthinkable. Impossible. Inconceivable.
And then one day someone took the next logical step.
Jordan isn't dead, is she?
No, of course not. See, isn't that her there? She's right there at her desk. Just look.
Can't you see her?
Soon the entire class was in on it. They called on her to answer questions during lessons. They sat with her at lunch. They walked home with her after school.
Then something remarkable happened. When it came time to put together the yearbook for 1972, someone noticed something not quite…right about Room 319's picture. Someone was there who shouldn't have been.
Jordan had rejoined her class.
There was a sad smile on her face, and her skin was deathly pale, but it was her. Her friends were certain of it. There was no mistaking it. Jordan had come back.
It sounds so touching, when you put it that way, doesn't it? A group of students, just children, unable to cope with the death of someone they love, brings her back for one last chance to be a part of their lives. A real feel good tale, like those ghost stories you hear about, where a loved one appears in their relative's dreams to tell them everything will be okay, while a thousand miles away they're dying?
It would be…
Except…
It didn't end there. That was just the beginning.
And what came next was far worse…