⊗ Don't Write Back ⊗

Chapter three - Cecelia

(F-slur warning)

I really hate dad's family tradition, just as much as he hates me. He wanted no part in my life but only stayed for my parents work and marriage. According to him my looks don't meet the standard for said tradition. Whatever this tradition really is it seems sick.

I hear my name being called. I look out one window. My parents aren't here yet. I look out the other. But Richard is.

I take off my dress and it's matching apron. Throwing them who knows where. Replacing them with a tee shirt, jeans a windbreaker.

I slide out of my window, onto the branch below it. I climb down the tree gradually. Once I make it down I realize where one piece of clothing ended up.

"Sorry about that," I say grabbing the apron from Richard. He's holding a binder, the same seen in every science period. He is a transfer student from some other school in Pennsylvania. One who is struggling in the same subject I accel in.

"So how's your day been?" I respond to my (now) joyful friend.

He never hesitates to respond, seeming to love that someone cares. "Pretty good actually! I got on the roster for the cross country team. To be honest I'm ecstatic!"

We continued on about whatever science thing he needed help with. I seemed to know how to respond but I don't remember much of what Richard or I said.

-Two days later-

Richard makes some fairly good points in our algebra us useless conversation. We want into the science class and without missing a beat, people began to disappear again. I look toward Richard. And he's still there, shocked. "Someone will believe me." I think.

I grab him and pull him behind a shell that has a space between it and the wall. I see her again. This time she has a black dress with red and blue sleeves. Tights if the same two colors. A purple hat. And no gloves.

Another girl comes from a blue oval surprised by small bits and prices of crystal. She has medium length blue and brown hair, gray-blackish tones skin and a white,pink, and yellow dress. She looks around the room as the other girl stares in disbelief.

For a split moment I can hear the door open. I can see a hand. And I can recognize the cloth on its wrist. I don't pay much of a mind as a third odd and no faces voice speaks. "Eva it's not him. Come back here now."

The gray girl- er Eva goes back through the blue oval.

The remaining girl from before. Notices me or Richard or both of us.

"Hey you two. Not scared of an under prepared Witch are you?" She disappears in the same second. Richard and I are in our seats. Both of us with a skaken expression painted onto our faces. He quickly writes on a note card and hands it over.

"You did see that right? I'm not dreaming or going insane?"

"No it happened"

"That was weird has that ever happened before?"

"Yeah it happened last week but thats it"

Our paper conversation is interrupted by one being thrown to my head.

"Just to be clear you're a short assed witch who hangs out with a fag so expect some tormenting sweetie."

A girl named Mellia threw it at me. She is friend with another girl named Archer. Who is an absolute bitch to one of my friend in seventh grade. Appears a bitch to those who are friends with him as well.

"I got a 97%" written in the same note card. Remind me to congratulate Richard later.