Never Runs Out [COMPLETED]

Part 3

Two weeks had past since Astraea Ravenscroft had explained her family's circumstance. It all felt like a dream as she spoke of Madame Druidess and her powers. I refused to believe them. I remember that afternoon, hurrying home with a sense of utter denial. I was never a believer of magical aspects, it had only been mentioned in fiction. My father never believed in supernatural events either.

My neighbor, the one with the boring baby, was my Spanish teacher. She and her husband both shared Mexican heritage. I thought that was interesting about them. If only that stupid, boring baby of theirs would learn Spanish and help me study.

I know it seems strange, but sometimes, as I would walk down the school's hallways, it would almost feel as if I was going anywhere. I was floating in the middle of everyone as they moved past me like bullets, their faces blurred, their movements swift. I didn't move, I couldn't move.

"Hey, Lena?" That was Josh. I looked around the room, bewildered. Somehow I had made my way into my physics class. There, in front of me, was a completed worksheet. My completed worksheet.

I took a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah, Josh?" I smiled.

"What did you get for number five?"

"I got... um..." I passed him my paper. "Here, just look at what I did."

"Hey, thanks, bud." He spun around in his seat holding my paper. I watched him scribble some work onto his paper. Leona, the girl sitting next to me sighed, annoyed.

"Ugh, Lena! Why do you let him copy you?" She asked

I shrugged. "I like helping people, you know that."

"I know that, but do you know how bad Josh is already doing in this class? Copying you isn't going to help. What's gotten into you? You've been acting really weird recently." Her small, dark curls bounced as she spoke. I watched them.

I leaned towards her. "Okay, I'll tell you. You know Vincent Ravenscroft? The boy I was asking about a few weeks ago.

"Oh, yeah." She replied, tapping her dark chin with her pencil. "What about him?"

"I found him."

She gasped and leaned back in her chair. "Girl, you know we've been trying to set you up with Tyler for prom!"

"I'm not dating Vincent, Leona! He's um... a little too old for me."

"Good thing Tyler's sixteen. He's a younger guy. Would you say yes to him?"
I rolled my eyes. "Leona, would you listen? It's December. I don't really care about Tyler or prom or any of that. I don't even know Tyler. But I found Vincent Ravenscroft. Can you please let me tell you about him?"

"Ooh, if you don't like him, give him my number."

"Leona, please. He's like eighty-seven years old."

Leona raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said he was seventeen."

"Do you believe in like, voodoo and stuff?" I asked softly.

She wiped her glasses off with her shirt. "You mean like Harry Potter? Ghosts and wizards and stuff? Yeah, I guess I can, why?"

I told her all about the Ravenscrofts. She watched me speak as if I had four eyes.

"You're pulling my leg, Lena."

That afternoon, Coraline knocked on my door. I scolded her for her riskiness. She didn't understand how to use telephones. This was easier for her. I quickly pulled her upstairs into my bedroom where she could hide from Gram, who had been trying to contact the Ravenscrofts since the day I had told her that I found her.