Over and Over Again

Time to say goodbye..

(There are a few typos ahah)

'I held my child close to my chest. She was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Nothing could compare to her.
"What ever are you going to name her Alice? Lilith asked.
I looked into my child's eyes. "Ophelia," I said.
"That's a beautiful name," Lilith stated.
"What does it mean?" Eria asked.
"That is for her to figure out," I said while putting her in her crib.
Ophelia fell fast asleep.
"We should go and start our rituals for the night," Reina stated.
"Actually, I think I'm going to turn in for the night," I said.
"Whatever for?" Reina asked.
"I mean she just gave birth to a baby," Lilith smiled.
"It's okay dear, go get some rest," Eria said shewing me away.
I looked at Ophelia one last time; and headed to my room.'

'The baby started to scream and cry. Eria picked her up and rocked her.
"Whatever are we going to do?" Lilith asked.
"We need to raise Ophelia," Reina said.
"You know we can't do that. The child has to be blood related," Eria stated.
"Well we can't kill her. We can't do that to Alice," Reina said.
Ophelia cried louder. She clearly wanted her mother.
"Wait. What if we used spell 37a8 on Ophelia?" Lilith said.
"Spell 37a8? I don't- wait, no! We can't use that spell on her!" Eria said worried.
"Are you mad?" Reina asked.
"How will we know Ophelia will live a good life?" Eria asked.
"We would be sending her into a dangerous place. Anything could happen to her," Reina stated.
"What other option do we have? It's either this spell or kill her," Lilith said.
Eria and Reina looked at each other.
"I'm so sure it's a good idea," Eria said.
"I think Lilith might be right," Reina said.
Eria looked at Ophelia and shock her head.
"Okay," Reina said. "Let's send her to live with the humans."
The three women went into a triangle formation. They all held hands and closed their eyes. They all read the spell together with passion and emotion. Ophelia started to glow and-

The new baby screamed and cried. The mother held her close to her chest. She was the most beautiful thing.

5 years later

"Where's my mommy?" I asked.
"Eliana, she'a in a better place now," The police officer said.
"Can I visit her?" I asked.
"No, sweetie. I'm sorry," The police officer said.
"Why?" I asked.
The police officer looked at the other police officer.
"Because sweetie, your mother is dead."
My heart dropped. I started to cry and scream.
"Mommy!" I screamed.
The police officer held me; and I cried in their arms.

"What about her father?" My Uncle Chris asked the Judge.
"He's not sober enough to take care of her," the Judge said. "I know this is sudden to ask you, but she has no one else."
Chris sighed. "I'll take care of her."

11 years later

"Eliana! This is the last time I'm telling you! Get out of bed!" Chris yelled.
I groaned and ignored his yelling.
Chris stormer into my room and pushed my mattress off the bed. I fell onto the floor buried under the mattress. I pushed the mattress off my and sat up.
"What the hell man?" I asked.
"You wouldn't get up," Chris smiled.
I stood up.
"Get out," I said rubbing my eyes.
"Why?" Chris asked.
"Because I'm getting dressed asshole," I said.
Chris walked out of my bedroom and yelled, "Language!"
I rolled my eyes and started to get dressed. I opened my closet and put on a pink button up shirt with black jeans and white converse. I grabbed my backpack and my phone; then walked out of my room. I went into the kitchen and sat down on the chair by the counter. Chris was making pancakes for breakfast.
"Mmm, pancakes," I said.
"You can't have any, they're all for me," Chris smiled.
"Uh-huh," I smiled.
Chris dishes my pancakes on a plate and served it to me. I ate them all up. Chris cleaned the kitchen.
"You ready for school?" He asked.
"Yep," I said.
"Okay, get in the car," Chris said.
I walked outside and got into Chris's car. Chris started the engine and drove me to school. I got out of the car and waved him off. I went into the high school and went to my locker. I spun the knob quickly to the corresponding numbers. The locker opened. I grabbed my books for the next few classes I had today. Right when I was about to close my locker, it shut. On the other side of the locker was my best friend Mike Jacobburg.
"How's Eliana doing?" He asked.
"Eliana's going to class," I smiled walking away.
Mike quickly walked to my side. "Someone's crabby."
"Someone can't take a joke," I said.
"You were just so convincing," Mike said sarcastically.
"Uh-huh."
"This is my stop. See you after class, okay?" Mike asked.
"Yep."
Mike walked into his classroom and disappeared. I continued to walk down the hall.; until I got to my class. I sat down in one of the seats of the back of the classroom; and dropped all my books on my desk. As I was taking out my pencils and pens; someone shoved all of my books off my desk. I looked up at them and saw that it was Maggie Bonel. Freshman year she was a foreign exchange student from France; but ended up liking America so much that her family moved here. The thing is, her parents do anything she tells them to do. She is the spoiled rich kid of the school.
"Why do you have to be such a dick?" I asked.
"Why do you have to be so easy to make fun of?" Maggie asked.
"Mm, great reasoning," I said sarcastically.
"I mean bad grades, no friends, no parents? Pft you make it way to easy," She laughed.
My heart stung. I hate it when people talk about my parents. My dad never wanted to be in my life; and my mom died when I was five. That doesn't make the best parent status.
"Who the hell says that? Like, there is something really wrong with you if you think that's ok to say that," I said pissed.
"Whatever," Maggie said.
The teacher walked in.
"Everyone to their seats," He yelled while wiping off the whiteboard.
"Talk to you later asswipe," Maggie said walking away to her seat.
I sighed and started picking up my books. I put all of them back on my desk and sat down. The teachers name was, Mr. Zanders. He was my AP English teacher. Mr. Zanders was pretty cool, he was like the chill teacher of the school. The thing I don't like about him is that he is friends with Chris; since like high school. Most people would find that cool, but I find it kind of uncomfortable.
Mr. Zanders wrote "Literature in the 1900s" on the board. He walked to his desk and grabbed stacks of paper; then handed a certain amount to each row. The paper finally got to my desk. I looked over it and sighed. I have never been the best at school. The only reason I took a AP class in the first place was to make college a little bit cheaper. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I inconspicuously took it out of my pocket and saw that I got a text from Mike.

Mikeee🤦‍♀️❤️: Meet me @ the bathrooms 🤪

I quickly texted back.

Me: Can't in class

It wasn't long before he texted back.

Mikeee🤦‍♀️❤️: 😱
Mikeee🤦‍♀️❤️: your in class?! no way!

I roll my eyes.

Mikeee🤦‍♀️❤️: just ask to go to the bathroom

I sighed and raised my hand.
"Yes Eliana?" Mr. Zanders asked.
"Could I go to the bathroom, please?" I asked.
He stared at my for a couple second, then finally let me go. I walked out of the classroom; then started to text Mike again.

Me: where are you

Mikeee🤦‍♀️❤️: the bathrooms

Me: which bathrooms dumby

Mikeee🤦‍♀️❤️: gym

I put my phone back in my pocket and went to the gym bathrooms. I saw Mike sitting by the water fountain.
"What did you want me for?" I asked.
"No reason," Mike said.
"No reason? Seriously dude?" I said annoyed.
"Fine, I know you hate English; so I wanted to get you out of there."
"That is another reason why I should be in there right now," I said slapping him in the arm.
"Ow," He said holding his arm.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I grabbed it to see a text from Mr. Zanders.
"Why the hell do you have Mr. Zanders phone number?" Mike asked.
"He's really close with Chris and comes to the house a lot." I said. "Chris considers him a brother to him. So, I have his phone number."

David (Mr.Zanders): I know you didn't actually have to go the bathroom. And I know you are with Mike Jacobburg.

"Shit," I said.

Me: I'm so sorry... I won't do it again. Just please don't tell Chris.

"Do you think he'll tell the Principal Holt?" I asked.
"How am I supposed to know? He's your teacher," Mike said.
My phone buzzed again.

David (Mr. Zanders): I won't. Just please get back to class soon.

I let out a long breath.

David (Mr. Zanders): And tell Mike to get back to class!

I laughed.

"We better get back to our classes," I said.
Mike sighed. "Fine."
We both went our separate ways to our classes.