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After we are back home from Disney, Anna asks me if I'd like to back again sometime. I, of course, say yes.
But that girl with the purple hair just sticks in my head. Why was she staring at me like that? Does she actually know me or is she just acting like she does? And last, but far from least, why did she smile so devilishly?
"Are you sure you didn't see a girl with short purple hair?" I say to her.
"What is the deal it this girl with purple hair? Honestly, this has become a little creepy considering I looked at everyone in that bus and there was no one with purple hair. I think you were just nervous about being around so many people at once and you just created her with your imagination." Anna sounds a little bit irritated, but more concerned than anything.
"Oh, yeah. Maybe," I reply. That ends our conversation.
The rest of the ride back is silent except for both of us bursting out laughing when a guy that pulled up next to us farted really loud.
As we mock the fart with our mouths, a couple people in the hospital hallways look at us really weird. Coincidentally, we pass professor Garron. Anna's face turns red when he spots us.
"Well, what have we here," he says as he smiles, "no, wait, let me guess. A person farted really loud and it was so funny that you couldn't resist mocking it."
"Yeah, and my name is Fred." Anna says, her face a deep red.
"Oh, come on. Like none of us has never done that." He playfully snaps.
"Oh, well then you got us there. Haha... Ha.... Ha... Well, gotta go." She drags me to my room and plops on the fluffy pink couch.
"Oh, my goodness. What has gotten into me..." She says, rubbing her temples with her index and middle fingers. Her face is only a light pink now.
"Anna, you like him." I suggest.
"No. No. No. No. Absolutely not." She retaliates.
"You're just trying to convince yourself that you don't like him."
"Nope. There must be a sensible solution."
"There is, you like him."
She gives up on trying to argue with me. It's been a long day for her.
I busy myself by playing with my floor. As pieces of puffy floor billow around me, I notice that there is a tuft of purple hair on my bed. I cautiously approach the strands of hair.
As I lay a single finger on it, memories of Danica flood my mind. The entire thing makes my head spin, and I have to sit down, but I can't make it to the chair, and have to sit on the floor.
Oh goodness, I think, what is this?
"Is something wrong?" The voice is so quiet and unfamiliar, I'm tempted to follow it.
Suddenly I'm not aware of anything, everything transforms into a colorful blur, and Anna is too wrapped up in her own thoughts to notice me.
I walk out into the hallway, following the voice that beckons. The voice sounds like a girl I once knew... She was nice... With long, dark hair...
Nice girl...
Long, dark hair...
Dark... Hair...
Like... Like...
Like Danica...
Danica.
Danica!
"Just a little further," The voice beckons me, but now I know who it is.
"Danica," I start, "I know it's you. Don't try to hide from me. I can help you. I may only be ten, but I know my way around. I have your gift. Please, come back and we can just... Well....We can get away from the hospital people and we can live together happily ever after. Like prince charming in Cinderella. All you have to do is come out."
Suddenly, the girl with short, dark purple hair slinks around the corner.
But she doesn't look evil. In fact, she looks more like a beaten puppy than a young woman. Her face is stained purple and black and blue and red. And her arms, oh, her arms. Absolutely no tanned skin can be seen on them. She walks with a heavy limp. One of her eyes are swollen shut as well.
"Oh, Danica." I choke out.
"Anna...?" She whispers, but her voice is still hoarse.
"Danica. Danica. Oh, my God, Danica. What happened?" I am so concerned for her right now, as I realize that she was the one on the bus at Disney World.
Please let her be OK, I think to myself, because I would die if she wasn't.
