March 15, 2017
The bell sounded, signaling the end of the school day.
"Hey, Izabella, wait!" Harley shouted after her best friend.
"What?"
"Can I walk home with you?" Her short, unnatural periwinkle hair swayed in the wind.
Izabella nodded. 'Harley always gets a ride home, why is she walking with me?' Izabella thought.
"Izabella, I want to say something," Harley looked down. "But you need to take me seriously.
"Yes?"
"I think people see us as idiots."
Izabella guffawed. "Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Well, let them think that."
"Huh?"
"Yeah... who cares about them?" Izabella was stern with her words. "Look, we are idiots. If you don't believe that, you're lying to yourself. Everyone's an idiot, it's part of being a human."
Harley's dull blue eyes shone with gratitude. "Okay. I won't lie to my self anymore."
"Good," Izabella put her arm around Harley's shoulders. "When I'm around, you can be as idiotic as you want.
From that day forward, Harley walked home by Izabella's side.
November 24, 2019
"So, anything planned this weekend?" Harley grinned. "I'm free."
"Oh... I might have a softball game."
"After the game?"
"Maybe. I'd have to check with my mom."
"You're fourteen. You can do whatever the heck you want."
"Yeah..." Izabella noticed a dark blue Honda driving by.
Harley noticed too. "Did you summon your mom or something?"
"No."
The car pulled up and the door opened by itself. 'Did Mom upgrade her car?' Izabella wondered.
"Bye, Harley." Izabella waved, completely bewildered as she drove away.
"Why'd you pick me up?" She asked her mom. The woman didn't answer.
The car picked up speed.
45 miles per hour.
"Mom, you should slow down," Izabella said. The woman didn't even look at her daughter.
53 miles per hour.
Izabella looked closer at her mother's eyes. Both the whites and irises were sickly green in color. The woman seemed like an alien, but it had the body and features (besides the eyes) of Izabella's mother.
"Mom!" She screamed.
65 miles per hour.
The car sped towards a lamp post.
Izabella couldn't tell what her mother was thinking. She wouldn't do something like this.
The mother turned to her daughter. "See you later..."
It wasn't the voice of Izabella's mother. It was male, with poison flowing through the words.
Then, a scarlet dusty wind flowed out of the mother's eyes, nostrils, and mouth. It latched onto Izabella's arm with a hand made of red dust. The dust turned darker and darker until it was the color of blood.
Izabella looked forward, but seconds later, there was a horrible, crashing sound.
She was dead, but not entirely.
