A story I wrote forever ago and I might rewrite bc I'm bored

(please keep in mind I wrote this like two years ago and I swear my writing is improved. I was just scrolling through my docs and found it. I think I was going somewhere with it, but now I wanna rewrite it) !!!STORY FORM!!! My name is Alin Bogdan. All I can say is that I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I moved to Sleepy Hollow in September. I had moved to Sleepy Hollow to get away from the big city I had grown up in. It seemed like a peaceful enough town. Boy was I wrong. While I was taking a walk on a misty fall day, I ran into the one and only Abby Mills. Once I had met her, our fates had been intertwined ever since. She would visit the small bookstore I worked at almost every week and bring me tea and donuts. And I didn’t know my life would change the one day she brought Ichabod Crane into my bookstore. +++++++ I held a stack of five thick books in my arm, making my way around the store to shelve them. The shop had a cozy vibe, with plenty of reading corners and blankets to go around. On the window sill sat my old somali manx cat, Darcy, lounging in the sun with various plants in pots surrounding him. Just as I was shelving the first book, the bell at the door rang merrily. “In the back! I’ll be there in a minute.” I called to the front. “It’s Abby.” A voice said from the front of the store. “I brought someone I thought you should meet.” It continued. As my curiosity peaked, I halted my shelving and carried the books out with me to the front. Abby stood, leaning against the counter with her elbows propped up on it and her back to it. Next to her stood a man I had never seen before. Which was saying something, because Sleepy Hollow was so small. He had his hair back in a small ponytail, and some facial hair with stormy gray eyes. The clothes he wore were quite odd, as they looked to be from a different era. “Hello..?” I said hesitantly. “Hey, Alin!” Abby said, standing up and smiling. “Um… And who might this be?” I asked, slightly motioning to the man standing next to Abby. “Alin, this is Ichabod Crane. Ichabod, this is Alin Bogdan.” Abby explained, her eyes going back and forth between us. I stared at him, mesmerized. He was… sorta handsome. He was at least six feet, making him a head and half taller than me. “Greetings, Miss Bogdan.” He said, slightly bowing his head. At first I was surprised, as he spoke with a British accent. “Hi.” I mumbled timidly, waving my hand and forgetting I had the books in my hands. All of the books fell to the ground with several big thunks. My eyes widened and I felt my face redden. I quickly knelt to the ground, beginning to pick up the books. “Here, let me assist.” Ichabod said, kneeling down beside me. !!!SCRIPT FORM!!! Alin would be grabbing books, preparing to shelve them. It was a quiet day at the store. Barely any customers, and Alin’s somali manx cat, Darcy, hadn’t thrown up on the carpet in a while. The bookstore had a cozy and earthy feel about it. Plants and crystals on every shelf that didn’t hold books, a small cat bed on the front window sill, Darcy lounging on the front counter in the sunlight, little chairs and blankets for reading, and even a little coffee bar at the back of the store. Most of the books the store contained were fantasy, historical fiction, history, poetry, romance, language, or dystopian. On certain days, quite like this one, Alin would take one of the books from the shelf and read it herself. But she still had some work to do. A bell would ring merrily from the front of the store while Alin was shelving books in the back. Alin: In the back! I’ll be there in a minute. Abby: It’s Abby! I have someone I thought you should meet. Alin: Oh.. Okay, give me a sec! *puts the books down on a counter and walks to the front* Alin walks to the front of the store, to see Abby and some unknown man she had never seen before. Which was odd, because Sleepy Hollow was so small. He had stormy gray-blue eyes, some facial hair, his hair pulled back into a small ponytail, and some odd clothing. His clothes seemed to be from a different era. And, if Alin was being completely honest, he wasn’t that bad looking either. Abby: Hey! How have you been? Alin: Eh, okay. Been really quiet around here lately. *she crossed her arms* How about you? Abby: *picks up Darcy from the counter and starts petting in between his ears* I’ve been… alright. I have someone I would like for you to meet. *nods towards the man, lightly setting Darcy on the ground* Alin: *waves timidly* Hi. I’m Alin. Abby: This is Ichabod Crane. Ichabod: *bows his head* Pleased to meet you. Alin: *smiles* {He has a British accent. How cute.} As am I. Abby: We were wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with us? It’ll be Ichabod’s first time. Alin: Oh! Um, sure. I have a little more work to get done here but…. Ichabod: We can assist you, if it would make it faster. Alin: Of course. Abby, you know what to do. Will you be able to teach Ichabod? Abby: *nods* Yep. Alin walks away, then comes back rolling a cart out with a dozen books on it. She grabbed the books she had set down earlier and walked back into the isles of books. Ichabod: *grabs some books* Do you spend a lot of time here with Miss Alin? Abby: *leads Ichabod to an empty shelf* Yeah, I bring her food almost every week. Working at a bookstore in a small town like this doesn’t pay a lot of money. *pulls a book out of Ichabod’s arms and puts it on the shelf* Ichabod: So this is where you’ve been hurrying off too ever since I met you. Abby: Yep. I was one of Alin’s first friends when she moved here. Her apartment is actually upstairs. *continues walking around, taking books from Ichabod and placing them on random shelves* Ichabod: Above the store? Abby: Mhm. It’s only her and her cat. *picks up more books from the cart and hands them to Ichabod* Ichabod: Hm. *thinking for a second* Are you going to tell her? Abby: *sighs* I don’t know yet. I might. She’s extremely smart, I think she would be a great asset. Ichabod: *hands Abby more books as she places them on shelves* She seems like a lady that would adore the archives. Abby: *smiles* She does, actually. Even though she hasn’t been there yet, she’s been begging to see them. But it’s just… Ichabod: All of our research for the Horsemen is up there… Abby: Yeah… Alin: *from the front of the store* I’m ready to go when you guys are! Abby: Alright! We’ll be there in a minute. *turns to Ichabod, obviously thinking* I’m going to tell her. Ichabod: *whispers* How can you be sure? Abby: *whispers* I trust her. Abby and Ichabod made their way to the front of the bookstore, meeting Alin. She had a light green messenger bag adorned with historical and fantasy related pins slung over her shoulder. She smiled at them when they turned the corner. Alin: What movie are we seeing? Abby: The Greatest Showman. But Alin, there’s something I need to tell you but I’m not sure you’ll believe me. Alin: *her face seemed to almost sadden* What is it Abby? Abby: *nods towards the chair* You might want to sit down for this. As soon as Alin sat down, Abby began to explain everything. Ichabod’s origin. The Horsemen. The two witnesses. Katrina. Purgatory. Motlauk. After she finished, Alin sat there, staring. Alin: I..what-...I don’t understand. Abby: I know I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t want to endanger someone I didn’t have too. Alin: *shakes her head* It’s not that, it’s the fact that I believe you and I don’t doubt it. Ichabod: *looks up suddenly* You…you do? You believe us? Alin: Well, yeah. I’ve read every single history book in this store and they all have at least one story about how the world ends. I mean, it’d be pretty weird if at least one of them wasn’t true because all of them have a version of it. All of them are pretty similar too. Ichabod and Abby glance at each other, completely in shock. Abby: *puts her hands in her pockets* I hate to ask this off you, and cancel the movie, but do you think you could help us with something? Alin: *stands up, nodding* Of course. Show me the way. Abby: *smiles* Good. Now you’ll be able to see the archives. Alin: *her eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity* Really? Abby: Yep. *opens the door of the shop and the three walk out onto the street* The trio got into Abby’s car, closing the doors behind them. Abby sat behind the wheel, while Alin sat in the back and Ichabod joined her. Abby: *starts the car and starts driving* Alin: *pulls her legs up and sits criss-cross facing Ichabod* Tell me… what was it like to live in your time? Ichabod simply smiled, his new found friend’s curiosity in his old life seemed to be something he could enjoy. He told her stories and tales on the way to the police station. She gasped, smiled, and laughed at the appropriate parts, making Ichabod chuckle a little at her reactions. But what seemed like too soon, they finally arrived at the police station. They got out and entered the building, climbing the stairs until they reached the archives’ doors. Abby: Now, just a warning, it might be a little messy. Alin: *shaking her head and smiles* You know I’m alright with a little mess. Abby: Alright…. *opens the doors and they all enter* They entered the gigantic circular room, and Alin gasped. It was filled with shelves and shelves of what seemed to be ancient history books. Papers, open books, and pens were strewn about the various desks that were in the middle of the room and against the walls. And the ceiling- The ceiling! It was a dome with a giant mural of several Greek stories, was slightly faded, and the sun hit it just right to make it have a certain glow to it. It was right up Alin’s alley. Alin: *quickly sets her bag down and starts walking around, soaking everything in* It’s beautiful! Abby: I knew you would like it. Alin: *turns to Abby* Like it? Abby, I love it! *smiling like a child* Ichabod: *smiles slightly* {How adorable…} Abby: *shakes her head and laughs, sitting down at a desk near Alin* So, the thing we needed help with… Alin: *sudden serious face* Oh, yes! What did you need help with? Ichabod would grab a book from a nearby shelf, and it had a page marked with a thick piece of paper. He opened the book to the page, putting it on the desk and sliding it across it to Alin. Ichabod: This. *he pointed to a drawing on the thick piece of paper and the page next to it* The drawing was of a girl, a girl with soft and kind eyes. She looked awfully familiar to Alin for some odd reason. On the page was a short poem. Alin: Hm. *begins to read the poem out loud* The woman with hazel eyes, the woman with childlike spirit, the one that shifts, the woman to steal a witness’s heart, the woman to seal fate. The woman to love. The woman to burn. They sat in silence for a second, processing what she had read. Abby: So…what do you think that means? Alin: *takes a seat, thinking* To me… It seems like your little friend here falls in love with a shapeshifter. Ichabod: You’re sure? Alin: *nods* Yeah. *holds up the drawing* The language at the bottom of this drawing is in Ancient Latin. The scripture claims this woman as the shapeshifter. *puts down the drawing* Abby: Wait- Hold up the drawing next to your face again. *her brow furrowed* Alin: Um..okay. *holds up the drawing next to her face, confused* Abby: Hm. Alin: What is it? Abby: Oh…nothing. It’s fine. Alin: *puts down the drawing, still a little confused* Ichabod: *grabs the drawing, looking to it and then to Alin several times* Abby and Ichabod look to each other, and then to Alin. She looked almost exactly like the drawing. A drawing made nearly 200 years ago. Alin: *starts fidgeting with her sweater sleeve* What is it? Abby: Can Ichabod and I talk in private for a moment? Alin: Um, sure. *she would walk out of the archives, closing the door behind her* Ichabod and Abby look at each other, almost in shock. Ichabod: Were you going to tell me that your friend was a shapeshifter? The shapeshifter? From the poem? *obviously a little angry* Abby: Well, she obviously doesn’t know she’s one! Did you see the look on her face? She was confused. She obviously didn’t see the resemblance. *she crossed her arms* Ichabod: But still! *he throws his arms out* How am I supposed to go on working with her if I am aware she’s the shapeshifter? Abby: Crane. She is my friend. And now, she knows about everything… Her fate’s entwined with ours. *picks up the drawing and looks at it* And it seems it has been for a long time now. Ichabod: *sighs* Fine. But we are not going to mention a word of this to her. Abby: *smirks* Of course. I wouldn’t dare say anything in front of your new crush. Ichabod: *shakes his head, smiling a little* Over the next few days, they got to work. The trio spent most of their time in the archives doing research, eating take out, teasing, and laughing even. Alin would play some Indie style music, which Ichabod seemed calmed by. For a little while, they forgot about the outside world. It was just them. Alin got to meet Jenny for the first time, and they got along extremely well. One day, it was just Ichabod and Alin in the archives since Jenny and Abby had to go out of town. And Alin still didn’t know about how she was the shapeshifter. Alin: *reading a book, but then puts it down* Soooo… Ichabod: *looks up from a map* Yes? Alin: Do you want to go to that movie now? Since we have time? Ichabod: Oh! I thought you had forgotten about that… Alin: *shakes her head, smiling slightly* Ichabod: *smiles back* It would be my pleasure. Alin: *jumps out of her seat* Yes! Okay, first we’ll have to get some snacks. Have you ever had Skittles before? Ichabod: I don’t believe I have… Alin: *grabs her bag and stands next to the door* C’mon! Let’s go get some. Ichabod: *rolls up the map, putting it away and then stands next to Alin* Alin: *opens the door and they start to walk out of the building* If you don’t mind me asking, what was Katrina like? Ichabod paused for a moment, taken aback by the question. He knew she would ask this eventually, but the wound still stung. Him, knowing who she was… Not being able to see Katrina anymore… Ichabod: Well, I am going to be honest with you, she was a witch. A very powerful one at that. She had the most gorgeous red hair, and sparkling green eyes. Alin: Whoa… well, I knew she was a witch but… she wasn’t evil or anything, was she? *opens another door in front of them and they start walking down the street to a gas station* Ichabod: No, of course not. Her coven was devoted to riding this world of the evil Miss Mills and I have been informing you about. Alin: I see… I wish I could meet her. Ichabod: *nods* We shall see. We don’t know what the future has in store for us. Alin: *giggles* How poetic.