Spellbound

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    "I am still sticking with my theory on the pizza." "Isla, I am pretty sure the lunch ladies didn't put rat poison in the meat." Caroline says while laughing. "Hey, you have your opinions and I have mine." "Ah! There you guys are! You're coming to my annual Back to School Bash, right?!" Alexa asks while running up in excitement. The girls didn't say anything. "Seriously?! You guys come every year!" "Sorry Lex, I just completely forgot with everything that has happened." Isla replies. "Forgot?! I host this every year!" Alexa states. "..." "Fine. Well at least let me tell you guys about what happened this morning." Alexa adds. "What happened this morning?" Caroline asks. "Okay, so I was walking up to the bulletin board, and they had the names for the Student Council candidates!" "And...?" Caroline asks. "And...Under Head of dance committee was no name other than Alexa VanChodin!" Caroline and Isla stand there looking at Alexa, when Alexa makes a 'That's a big deal' face. "Oh! Wow, Alexa! That's great!" both of the girls say. "Okay, well I have some other business to attend to, but talk to you guys at lunch? Yeah? K bye." "Just, don't even start" Isla says as she begins to walk. Caroline laughs and follows. "Wheres Ivy?" Isla asks when she and Caroline get to class. "I'm here! Sorry, Pops wouldn't stop talking about this magic mumbo jumbo." Ivy responds out of breath. "I wonder what would happen if I threw a bucket of water at you." Caroline asks. "Shut Up." The girls all laugh. The bell then rings and school begins. After school, Isla heads out to the park, and begins writing down her thoughts. So, you know whenever you think you have everything figured out, but then a situation comes up, and you don't know what to do? That's sorta what happened today. I was basically harassed at lunch today by kids holding clipboards and all saying the same thing, "Can you sign here?" But it wasn't really a question, it was more of a "If you don't sign, I will lose the competition and it will all be your fault" kind of thing. Then there was the whole, "Hey, how are you doing?" even though no one really cared how I was, they were just trying to be polite. And now I get to go home to a mom whose grieving, and a sister in denial. Sierra's not doing well. Like I said, she's in denial. She needs to understand that she can't just keep putting it off, hoping one day, it will all go away, because it won't. And the more she puts it off, the more it will hurt. It's been 2 months since dad died. But I am not going to put it off, because I would rather hurt, than feel nothing at all. Suddenly, a voice comes up behind me. "So you're one of those people." "Excuse me?" "Writing in a diary, you are one of those people." "It's not a diary, just a notebook. And I don't usual write this stuff down." "Can I read it?" "No." "Then it's a diary." "Is not." "If it wasn't a diary, you would let me see it." "It's not a diary, I just don't feel like letting a stranger read my thoughts." "Stranger?" "Yeah, you know Stranger, someone i met literally two minutes ago for the first time, a stranger." "Alright. Fine." The guy then walks off. "You have a name?" Isla asks "Yeah, I do."  Isla then begins to walk home. Death is just one of those things in life. A person is born, they grow up, have a good life, and then when It's their time, they die. Yet, I still feel like the only one. Even thought, I know plenty of other people go through it. Caroline has her family. Both parents, and a brother. He's in college, but she still has a brother. Ivy's an only child, but she still has her parents and her pops. She got it easy, she wasn't even alive when her grams died. Alexa has a sister, both parents, and her grandparents. And then there is my mom, who has only come out of her room for food and more tissues. Along with my sister, who is going emo, and I am pretty sure is hiding drugs under her pillow. The whole thing just kinda gives me a headache. Which is why I am almost happy to go back to school, but then people randomly give me hugs throughout the day, and apologize repeatedly, and I realize I can never escape it. I finally reach the little green house at the corner of the street. When I was little, I called it the "Pea Pod Place." Cringy, right?