TLOS characters reacts to the Wishing Spell {Day 1}

Chapter 5

Alex had been acting strange all week. Conner had noticed right away,because she wasn't as talkative and upbeat as she usually was. Instead, shewas very quiet and looked like she was in a deep state of confusion. 

When they ate breakfast, she barely acknowledged it when her brothersaid, "Good morning." During school, she stopped raising her hand as much.After school, she barely said a word to Conner while they walked home. Andas soon as they got home, Alex would run up the stairs and lock herself in herbedroom for the rest of the day. 

"Are you feeling okay?" Conner eventually asked her. "You seemdifferent." 

"Yes, I'm just tired," Alex said. 

Conner knew she must be tired, because she didn't seem to sleepanymore. Every time he had gotten up in the middle of the night to get a glassof water or use the bathroom that week, the lights in his sister's bedroomwere still on, and he could hear her rustling about inside, working onsomething. 

He didn't have to be a genius to know that his sister was dealing withmore than just insomnia. He had seen enough health videos at school to knowthat girls his sister's age were expected to start going through mood swingsand changes, but Alex had become another person entirely. Something veryserious was bothering her, and she was keeping it to herself.

 "Can I borrow some of your pencils?" a wide-eyed and wide-awake Alexasked him late one night. 

It was like a peacock asking to borrow some feathers. He wasn't certainhow to handle the request. Surely she wasn't still doing homework at thishour? 

''It was like a peacock asking to borrow some feathers?'' Fred said,'' Seriously''.

"Don't you have, like, hundreds?" Conner asked her. 

"Yes... but I've lost them all," she said. 

He shared the few that he had with her. Alex took them and quicklydisappeared into her room again; she didn't even seem to mind that they werechewed on or were missing the erasers. 

The next night, Conner kept waking up to a peculiar humming soundcoming from Alex's room. It was quiet but had a strong vibration that hecould feel as much as he could hear. 

"Alex?" Conner said, knocking on his sister's door. "What is that sound?I'm trying to sleep, and it's driving me crazy!"

 "It's just a bee. I shooed him out the window!" a frantic Alex respondedfrom behind the door. 

"A bee?" a puzzled Conner asked."Yes, a very big bee. It's mating season, you know, so they're quiteaggressive this time of year," Alex called out. 

''Nice excuse'', I say with sarcasm

"Err... all right..." Conner said, and went to bed.

 But these happenings were nothing compared to the events during the nextday at school. 

"Can anyone tell me the names of the rivers that ran through ancientMesopotamia?" Mrs. Peters asked the class during a history lesson. As usual,she had no volunteers. 

"Anyone?" Mrs. Peters asked. Everyone was looking at Alex andexpecting her hand to shoot into the air any second, but Alex was just staringat the floor. She wasn't paying any attention to anything.

 "The Tigris and Euphrates," Mrs. Peters informed the class. "Can anyonetell me what the area between these two rivers is believed to be?" She askedthe question in Alex's direction, but it was no use: Alex was lost in her ownthoughts.