Unforgiven

Back To My Past, Part 2

I hurry over to where Eli stands.
"You ready?" Eli asks.
"No," I reply.
"Too bad, anyway, stand here," Eli motions next to him with his hand.
He wants me to go there.
I go there.
"Good luck, I'll see you soon," Eli tells me. Wait, what?!
"Hey wait! Don't I get any instructions or something?!"
"Nope, see ya," I look frantically around me as white flashing light surrounds me like a blanket. I shut my eyes. Then, I'm gone.

I'm breathing heavily. My heart racing. I open my eyes. I'm outside my classroom from two years ago, when I first arrived in England. That means I must be fourteen, I still feel sixteen. Wait, that means...
I place my hands on my head, yep, got my old glasses. I don't need them when I'm sixteen, but I needed them at this age. I look down at my junior black and white uniform. I remember this. This is amazing. I can't believe I'm back here.

I slowly make my way into the classroom.
"H-hello? I'm the new s-student," I stammer. I look around. I remember this. Wait. Who's she? She wasn't here before. She has sleek, neat, shoulder length black hair, as dark as the crows that do fly. Pitch black eyes, like a black hole, bringing fear to all around. Junior uniform with a dark grey jacket slung over.
'Their appearance, black hair, black eyes, grey clothes,'
You've got to be kidding me. The girl notices me and smiles...wickedly...evilly.