Sleepy Hollow Reboot (Based on Tim burton's The legened of sleepy hollow)

I breathe a sigh and stretch my legs. Whilst I stretch my long gangly limbs I can hear my joints pop and crackle. This’ll be my last day in our house. Sadly we’re moving to Sleepy Hollow, a Goth Victorian age town. I wouldn’t mind it, honestly. It’s just that I don’t want to leave my friends. I guess that’s a part of growing up, you have to learn to leave people you love. My parents are always telling to be more “grown up”.

I grab a pocket mirror that was strewn across my box covered floor; I stare at myself on the other side hoping that my ugly features have changed. I carelessly finger comb my dark brown hair parting my fringe across my left eye. I maneuver my way around the boxes to my backpack that was lying at the foot of my mattress. I dig around to find my stripy make up bag. As I zip open the case I feel a melancholy wave come over me and I shiver. I cake my eyes with black and purple eye liner.

After I change into baggy black pants and an oversized T-shirt that says “Neighborhood witch” I brace myself for heavy lifting. I take a break after the first handfuls of boxes are carefully packed away in the moving truck. I sit on the curb of the sidewalk.

“Mom, could you buy me a bottle of water down at the store?” I ask.

    “You can do it!” she snaps back.

“Yeah but its blazing hot and I don’t want to go to the store hot and sweaty!” I say desperately.

“Then you shouldn’t have worn black.” My mother protests in response.

“Mom! All I’m asking you is for a bottle of water!” I snapped getting frustrated.

“Christ sake Katrina! You’re fourteen, go get yourself some water!”

I raise my hands up, defeated.

“What’s with all the fighting?” My step dad asks coming around the moving van.

“Nothing” I reply dismissing the situation with the wave of my hand. I lean against our black iron fence and stare at the clouds. I close my eyes and remember the story my real dad told me about Sleepy Hollow. It was a night to remember. I was 7 and I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid of the lightning. My dad would chill me to sleep with a horrifyingly good story about the headless horseman that would terrorize Sleepy Hollow. It was quite amusing considering I was afraid of lightning but not a headless man that would chop of heads.

My day dreaming gets interrupted when splash of cold water hits my hand. My eyes pop wide open to find my mother had bought me a bottle of cold and refreshing water. I wipe my hand on my pants and give her a big beastly hug.

“Sorry I snapped at you earlier, my back was giving out” My mother whispers in my ear.

“That’s okay, sorry for being a snotty brat” I whispered back.

“You weren’t being a snotty brat; I did the same thing at your age” She replies. I release the grip I had on my mom and give her a peck on the cheek. I smile at her and she smiles back.

“Alrighty! We made great time! Only 11:25, we can be at the new house at 2:00 if we get in now” My Step dad says to the both of us.

“So soon, can I stop by my friend’s house to say goodbye?” I say hopefully.

“I’m afraid not Katrina, we’re on a tight schedule, and the movers have already left. I would hate for them to wait on us” He says. Tears fill my eyes but I try and suppress my disappointment.

“Well okay, I guess I’ll text them goodbye”

“That’s my girl!” He says brightly. I mumble “I’m not your girl” under my breath.

“Oh honey, this move will be good for us! This house holds to much bad memories” She says her eyes glazed.

“Like dad” I whisper. Oh how I miss him. I think to myself.  I gulp down the water and grab my back pack that was beside me. I take one last photo of my old house and mass send it to my friends. The description was “Goodbye to all, farewell to loved ones sayonara b*****s to the ones I hate” I click send and the digital message whizzes away to my friends.

Forty five minutes down the road the sky turns dark like all the happiness has been sucked out of New York. I lean my head against the window and watch dozily as the buildings and tree’s whoosh by.

“So Katrina, you’ll love the new house its old and Gothic looking! Quite your style” My step dad says with enthusiasm. I was going to make a snarky comment but a memory no, a vision consumes me.

The beastly cry of a horse in full throttle breathes heavily in my ear. Screams wash down my body only to find it wasn’t screams it was blood. Dark oozing metallic smelling blood clings underneath my nails. I look frantically at my surroundings. All I see are trees. Dead, old, broken tree’s and leaves on the ground everywhere. I scream out in terror as I hear a sword being ripped out of its sheath. The horse has gotten close to me so close as if I could just…

I wake up to the rumbling car motor. I look around me frantically to endure my surroundings. I’m back in my car, not in a dead Forrest.

“Hey she’s awake! We’re almost there only 7 or so more minutes, aren’t you excited?” My Step-dad calls from the front. I groan at the sound of the loud rumble from the clouds. I’m still frightened by lightning.

“Are you feeling alright, Katrina?” My mother calls.  She looks out the window and see’s the gloominess clouds bathed in thunder and lightning. She whispers a little “Oh”.

“Katrina, you need to stop this, the chances of you getting hit by lightning are incredibly slim” My step dad says with frustration.

“But there is still a chance. Plus I’m not afraid of it I just hate the sound” I snap back. In an attempt to end the discussion I grab my Ipod to listen to music. I put on a song that eases me from my situation.

What the hell was that? I think to myself. That seemed exactly what my father had told me about the headless horseman. That you could hear a horse’s screech in your ear and a sword being lifted from its sheath… Was it a vision, a memory, a warning? Anyhow, it was plain weird.

 I snap back to reality when we pull into a driveway.

“We’re here! Katrina look!” My mother says in awe.  I open up my passenger door. As I step onto the driveway another feeling of remorse washes over me. I lean against the car with my arms crossed inspecting the house. An old Victorian house that has wrought iron gates around it stares back at me. Large beams appear to be holding the roof up. Pathetic I think to myself.

“Uh hey neighborhood witch, brought you a welcome to Sleepy Hollow present” A voice behind me says.

“Wh-what?” I stutter. Then I look down at my shirt and realize it says “Neighborhood witch” I laugh nervously. I stare at the handsome boy in front of me. Although he’s pale he has gorgeous black hair. A straight muscular jaw line. He also has beautiful turquoise eyes, which I find fond to gaze upon. He hands me a basket full of muffins and other assortments of goodies. What a cliché. I think to myself. But instead I smile and accept his courteous gift.

“Listen, I wouldn’t wear that shirt often in this town if I were you. Folks don’t take witchcraft lightly around here.” He whispers with a glint of sadness in his eyes. I must have a confused look on my face because as soon as he said it his face brightens up jokingly.

“Ah I’m just kidding”

“Heh heh, well uh thank you for the basket” I smile awkwardly.

“I live right next door so don’t hesitate to ask me anything” He says with a beautiful white smile. I crack of lightning hits the Earth a few miles away and I scream.

“Hey, hey, hey are you okay?” He reaches out to me.

“Uh, yeah I-I’m just afraid of lightning that’s all” I blush.

“I used to be afraid of lightning, then I realized it was pointless in being afraid of something that can potentially harm you…but probably won’t” He says awkwardly.

“Oh. Well uh cool I guess. Well I should really be heading inside before it rains and I gotta’ go unpack. So I’ll see ya’ around I guess” I quiver in fear. “Thanks again” I mumble and reach out to shake his hand. He shakes back and then walks away back to his house.

“Wait I didn’t catch your name!” I holler.

“It’s Bennet! But just call me Ben” He yells back.

“Okay! My name’s Katrina!” I say. As soon as I say my name he stops and stares. He gives me a cold hard stare like all the friendliness has been washed away. I wave goodbye and head inside. I maneuver my way through the house to find the kitchen. I dump the basket on the counter and lean against it.

“What a weirdo, but a hot one at that” I mumble. I look around to find that the old wooden floor boards creak and some of them are even rotting. I groan. Why couldn’t mom persuade him to get a nicer house? I complain to myself. The dusty damp smell devours me and I have to walk out. I walk down the hallway and find the stairs. I on the 7^th step I trip and my step dad catches me.

“Be careful these stairs are old. I have to fix them up” He says.