Dead Girl's Fate (discontinued)

Chapter 12

Isaac and I were walking to the guidance counselor's office. The cars roared by, some speeding along way faster than they should be. We stayed safely on the sidewalk. I kept my head down and stared at my feet as I walked.

"Are you okay? Something seems wrong," Isaac asked. I shook my head and told him everything was fine. We took a right turn down a street that was even more backed up with cars.

"Are you sure?" He prodded. I glanced up at him, looking through a screen of hair that fell in my face.

"Yes."

At that, he stopped asking. A few feet ahead I saw the sign for the guidance counselor. It read "Victoria Haul, Therapy and Counselling", and continued to tell me the hours she was open. It seems we got here as earlier than her scheduled opening time.

"Isaac, it's 7 o'clock. She doesn't open until 8. We have to get to school," I told him. He didn't seemed the least bit worried, though. In fact, he had a big smirk on his face. Approaching the door, he lifted his hand and knocked several times in a unique pattern. There was only a small moment of silence until the the lock clicked and a short, stubby lady appeared from behind the door. She had to be in her 40's at least, and her short, jet black hair framed her face quite well.

"Ah, Isaac! So nice to see you again!" She exclaimed, wrapping him in a hug. I stood there awkwardly, since she was totally oblivious to my presence, even after she let Isaac out of her grip. "Come in, come in!"  Miss Haul waved us inside. There, in her office, was filled with plants or flowers in every corner. They would look prettier if they were more precisely placed. Her desk was in the far right corner, and in the middle of the spacious room was two couches and a separate chair. Paintings hung on a few walls, giving the plain colors a brighter setting. Miss Haul led us over to her desk, where Isaac and I sat across from her in some blue velvet chairs.

"What can I do for you guys?" She asked, folding her arms and resting them on her desk. So she did notice me.

"Well, we were wondering if you could translate something for us," I spoke, unzipping my backpack to give her the book.

"Sure, give me what you got," she said, holding her hand out flat. I placed the book in her hands, and she examined it. Flipped through a few pages, eyed the back cover, even though it was blank, and a bit more.

"Isaac, would you care to explain why you want me to translate a book about witchcraft for your friend?"

"Uh, her name's Cara," he stammered, "And it's for a school project. English."

She eyed him suspiciously, but asked, "What page?" As she flipped through the book.

I spoke up, "Well, um, the title on the front, and this page," I flipped to the page where Jess put that note the first time I found the book. Luckily, I mentally noted the page number. "And anything you think could be of useful information, you know, for a project."

"I can tell you the title is 'The Rules of the Dead' "she said right off the bat. "I'll call you when I get this page figured out. My Latin is a little rusty," she grimaced.

"Thank you so much for your help," I told her. She smiled at me.

"It was nice to meet you," Miss Haul said, shaking my hand, "And nice to see you again Isaac."

Isaac smiled at her, "Nice to see you, too. I'll come by for another visit soon."

Isaac and I walked out the door and back to my house. I told him I'd give him a ride to school today. When we reached my driveway, I had to run in and grab my backpack. Isaac waited patiently outside, and when I came out the door, he stood not an inch away from where I left him- leaning gently against my tiny Impala. That car's something special to me.