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Midterm Story
Midterm Story
The year is ’72, the afternoon is brisk, the seasons’ leaves sashay down the burnt-orange
treetops at a trepid pace. A sleepy Massachusetts town is generously decorated with tourists,
pointy witch hats, and all else funky within the Halloween realm. About ten minutes outside of
Salem, the Witch trials draw in large clusters of tourists this time of year. Crowds merge at
historic sites, cider is sold by the jug, and “haunted” tours are frequently guided by high
Seventeen-year-old Holly Harrington lived a plush life, and she would acknowledge that.
Coming from wealth, she did not need the job at WitchTours, the hub of superstition and
everything tacky. Many of the townspeople who knew her family were surprised to see her
leading the lines in uniform. Her girlfriends convinced her it would be fun to do just for their
senior year before they are off to college and never see each other ever again for the entirety of
their lives. Clearly, college is the place all the big kids go to disappear and never return. Holly
Harrington was truly something special. Silky chestnut hair gliding down to her hips,
exaggeratingly beautiful features, and always put together. She never left the house without her
signature lipstick, strong perfume, and little crotchet purse. She got every ounce of attention she
could want from just about everyone she encountered. The one person who she could never seem
to entrance, however, was her father. She loathed this man, preyed upon his downfall. He up and
left her and her mother for a younger woman he had met at a festival in Nova Scotia back when
Holly was ten. It was traumatic, to say the least, and some might say the root of a lot of her
behavior to follow.
Holly’s mother, Heather Hohnes, remarried when Holly was fourteen. Henry Hohnes was
a big-wig political figure in Massachusetts. Arguably, he became one of the wealthiest men their
small town had seen in a while. Fifteen years Mrs. Hohnes’ senior, Mr. Hohnes has been the
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longest standing mayor the state of Massachusetts had ever had. Living on top of a swanky hill,
their quarters could run circles around the surrounding homes. A funky midcentury modern, the
dirty money that Henry Hohnes managed to reel in election after election allocates for this plush
lifestyle. With a four-car-garage, a housekeeper, and a private-chef, the commonfolk outside the
Hohnes’ bubble could not help but scratch their heads. Where did all this money possibly come
from? Holly could not stand her stepfather for this reason. Clearly, the age gap between him and
her mother was extremely strange, but her hatred for him was far deeper than that. She loved his
wallet, of course, but despised the limitations it set upon her. He found some sort of high in the
belief that he had some form of authority over her due to the absence of her biological father.
Money was the beauty following the storm of his brutality. Sure, the alcohol drove his behavior,
School is where Holly felt the most special. She did not particularly love all her classes,
but she adored reading. The days of sequestering herself in the dark school library were plenty,
finding peace within the escapism of a quality mystery book. The school counselor encouraged
this love for reading by filling her schedule with as many English electives that would be
possible. This year being her senior year, there had been only one English class that Holly had
not already taken. This would be the only class in her schedule that was centered around what
she truly loved. This upset her, until the first day of class. Her teacher, Scott Schmidt, seemed to
find her particularly interesting out of the rest of the students. He was the boys’ varsity soccer
coach, loved seventies music, and had a fascination with true crime. Holly was amazed at how
much that they had in common after class introductions. Standing around six-foot-three, the
scruff on his face perfectly outlined his round jaw and his deep brown eyes were almost animal-
like. He was charismatic and had a way of making you feel like it was just the two of you in a
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room full of people. He would lecture in front of the class, and only look into her eyes for the
entire hour. He would ask her to stay after class to talk and seemed to laugh a little harder at
what she had to say. Holly felt special, but she could not seem to describe the way he made her
feel. Although these feelings were unknown. she knew she liked the fact that he seemed to like
her more than the others. It scratched a trauma in her seventeen-year-old brain where any father
figure seemed to see her as less than. Not Mr. Schmidt, though. He thought she was smart,
funny, and liked that she loved to read. How cool is it to be understood? They talked about their
favorite mystery books, music they both liked, and Holly’s hopes and dreams for the future
beyond high school. She looked forward to each class, always prepared a little extra on his
assignments, eager to participate in all class exercises. He noticed her excitement in his class,
which only fueled his adoration. What felt weird about this adoration, besides the obvious, was
how instant it was. Almost as though he had known her for years. Why did he stare at only her
on the first day of class? What does he find so interesting about only her life? Who truly is Scott
Schmidt?