Title: THE QUAKER HILL WITCH
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 70k
Hannah Walker's last memory includes the barrel of a gun and being called a bitch. Change bitch to witch, and high school for a hayfield, and life in 1714 Connecticut isn't so different after all.
Lipstick? Check. Teeth? Check. Hair?
I smooth my hair down the side of my head, then flip it over my shoulder. Not a single curl in sight.
I pucker up, and blow a kiss to myself. Senior year, bitch. You got this.
In the reflection of the mirror, I catch sight of Evan What’s His Name, lurking. As usual.
His face blurs as I slam my locker shut and whirl around. "What are you looking at, troll?" Evan's eyes are glassy, unblinking. He's always been a freak, but with the addition of a heavy black coat and smudged guyliner, it appears he stepped up from creeper to Grim Reaper over the summer.
He reaches into his jacket, and something cold slithers down my back. I cannot move. The hallway, the sounds of my classmates, the clatter of lockers and laughter and first day jitters, it all disappears.