AM I A VOODOO?

WHAT'S WITH ME AND TASHA?

     'Tracy! Your wouldn't believe what happened just now!' I said breathlessly while seating myself beside her. I told Tracy what happened and she stared at me for what felt like a hundred years before answering.
     'Look, I know you're crazy sometimes but I didn't know you'd go cuckoo, Alexis. Although Tasha seems rather..um..creepy but I wouldn't say she's possesed or anything. Chill, maybe your eyes are just playing tricks on you....i think... ' said Tracy trying to keep her cool.
     I just shrugged it off and ate my lasagna. My mum makes just the best lasagna in the world. After the bell rang,  I headed towards my locker to take my World History book. It was the thickest book I had. I really love art but art was two hours away.
     I stopped by to look at myself in the hallway mirror. I was busy adjusting my hair when Tracy came over to give me her usual 'BOO! ' which never worked. We went to class like usual. I sat at the back row with Tracy and Jenna, another girl. She's really pretty and is from Mauritius.
     'Morning, class.' Miss Patricia was always carrying around a large dictionary with her. It somewhat annoyed me. Alot. ' Today we will be learning about the French Revolution, Chapter 6 of your book.' I Hate World History. Except the history of Dante or Da Vinci. I would love to go to Italy someday.
     I was trying to focus in class when suddenly, I saw someone running on the school front lawn from my class window. I peeked over to see who it was. There was no one. That's when I caught sight of a figure standing between the trees. I couldn't make out who it was. I leaned in closer to see who it was. That particular figure was dressed in a black jacket.
     I kept on staring. Suddenly, the figure looked up at me. I was dumbfounded for a while there. IT WAS TASHA! Her eyes were bleeding like how I had seen them in Algebra. This time, I saw her holding a knife. I got up and ran out of the class. All of a sudden, my feet wouldn't budge. They were stuck to the ground. I looked down to see a black abyss under my feet.
     But there was some kind of barrier between me and the abyss. Blood rushed out of my eyes but I couldn't feel any pain. ' Be Gone. The Voodoo calls. Be Gone. The Voodoo calls' a voice was chanting this o we and over again. I couldn't breathe. This was the way I was going to die? I shut my eyes and allowed myself to fall into the abyss.....