The Secrets I Wished I Could Have Taken To Grave

Chapter 11

Larissa's: POV

my mind raced with questions and confusion as I overheard Sara, or now as I suspected Isabell, talking with Ginny. The nickname "Isy" echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if my instincts were right.

As the girls got up and made their comments about preferring this event over fundraisers, I couldn't contain my curiosity and anxiety. I needed answers, but I also didn't want to reveal myself just yet. With a sense of urgency, I slipped away, determined to uncover the truth behind the mysterious situation.

as I retreated from the scene, leaving Isabell and Ginny behind. I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was happening, but for now, I needed more information before making any hasty decisions.

Isabell and Ginny, meanwhile, continued to enjoy their evening, laughing and chatting as they left. The red dye in their hair slowly began to fade, but their spirits remained high.

Unbeknownst to them, I watched from a distance, my heart heavy with a mix of emotions. I had many questions and concerns but knew I had to tread carefully. It was essential to gather more information before making any decisions that could impact our lives. So, for now, I remained in the shadows, a silent observer of the unexpected reunion.

Sarah's: POV

Parent's Weekend – oh great, Mom said she'd be here. Don't get me wrong; I'm excited to see her, but she can be a bit overwhelming. She's nothing like you'd expect, and if you ask Wednesday, well, we both can be too much. So, imagine when there are three of us – me, Ginny, and Ophelia.

And then I see her. "MOM!" I shout as I run into her arms. We both scream with delight as we spin around, "Ah!" and burst into laughter. Then, from the corner of my ear, I hear Wednesday mutter, "Oh god, now there are two of them." Mom chuckles and playfully says, "Ah, Wednesday, won't you give a hug to your favorite aunt?" With some reluctance, Wednesday complies.

"Nevermore was created as a haven for our children to learn and grow, no matter who or what they are," she says, and Mom whispers, "Darn it, I see what you meant by that smile." I lightly swat her arm, "MOM!"

"I realize most of you have heard about the unfortunate incident involving one of our students... But I'm happy to report that Eugen is on the mend and is expected to make a full recovery. So, let's focus on the positive and make this Parents' Weekend the very best yet," Principal Weems announces as we make our way to visit my dear cousins, aunt, and uncle. Mom leans over to me and says, "Don't forget to keep me updated with your books so I can get a sense of how you're doing. Our nightly chats help, too."

Larissa's POV:

"Hello, you must be Larissa Weems. My name is Ophelia Frump. I am Sarah's mother. We talked on the phone before my darling daughter joined, but sadly, I had some business to attend to in France when she had to arrive, so I didn't make it." The woman who looked like Morticia, except for her blonde hair, introduced herself. I smiled and replied, "Of course, it's lovely to meet you."

As she talked, I found it hard to concentrate because I couldn't stop looking at Sarah. She had mentioned she was a witch, but then how did she... Could she be my Isy? My thoughts were interrupted when Morticia picked up our old yearbook. "Our old yearbook! I haven't laid eyes on this in over 20 years... Such good times we had, didn't we, Larissa?" Of course, I have been stuck behind you all my life. I couldn't help but think sarcastically, but I simply said, "Some of us had better than the others."

"Oh, don't be so modest. You always filled the room with your presence. Like a stately sequoia tree," she commented. I couldn't help but think, 'God.' I couldn't recall many fond memories. "And I guess that would make you the lumberjack," I retorted. I saw Sarah and Ophelia exchange smirks, and Morticia continued, "There, that biting sense of humor that I always adored. Do you remember when we did that duet for the Solstice talent show? Your Judy Garland impression was a dead ringer." Wednesday, overhearing her mother, chimed in, "Sounds positively suicidal, even worse when Aunt Philia and Sarah reunite today." Ophelia added, "Oh, darling, I hadn't seen my daughter in what felt like ages. I just had to have her in my arms again." Sarah blushed at her mother's sentiment.