p style="text-align: left;""Angelica Philips?" Mrs. Robertson calls in her screechy little voice. "Here." I respond, but in truth, my mind is anywhere but in Mrs. Robertson's seventh grade English classroom. I'm thinking of this afternoon. Today, January twenty second, is my birthday. I'm turning thirteen, which means I'm officially a teenager. This emshould/em be a good thing. It isn't. Most people don't want to adopt a teenager. I don't mean I don't like my life, I mean, Claire is amazing, and she takes such good care of us, but she can't replace an actual mom. As last period roles by, I imagine different scenarios where I get adopted, but every time something goes wrong. Suddenly the bell rings. As I'm about to join Jenn outside, Mason stops at my desk. "Hey, Angie. Can I walk you home" he asks, with what he thinks is a winning smile. "No thanks." I answer shortly before starting to walk away. "What do you have against guys anyway?" he asks, catching up to me, "I must be the sixth guy to ask you out since the beginning of the year, and you've denied all of them." I glare at him and answer sharply "Can't you take no for an answer?". I quickly walk away and bump into Jennifer, my best and only friend. "Sorry. What took so long?" she asks. "Mason asked to walk home with me" I say with a sour face. "Again? He needs to get some new hobbies. Can't he ask anyone else? He has a whole fan club of squealing girls just waiting for him to ask them." I nod before slamming my locker shut and walking out of the school./p
p style="text-align: left;" "Can we stop by the cemetery on the way to the library?" I ask, "its my birthday." Jennifer nods, "Sure!" which is weird because she usually doesn't like going to visit my mother grave. When we get to the cemetery I head straight to the back. My mother's grave is in the most beautiful part of the cemetery. Underneath a willow tree with an old metal bench beside the pond (who ever decided to put a pond in a cemetery? It looks nice. As I sit on the bench, Jenn stand behind me. This is normal because she thinks the bench is disgusting, its so old the black paint is peeling off. I sit in silence for a while, before getting up to leave. As I get up, a miniature hurricane throws me to the ground. I watch in horror as it spins to a stop and takes the shape of Jennifer. "Jenn, I think I'm hallucinating. You look like a hurricane." I say. "Oh this is quite real Angelica, and its the last thing you'll ever see."/p
p style="text-align: left;" I watch in shock as my best friend raises her arms and a hurricane starts up around us. Its getting hard to breath, and I'm feeling lite headed as Jennifer advances, half horrible storm, half teenage girl. When she turned into... whatever she is now, she seemed to age four years. She raises her hand and part of the wind lifts me into the air. Higher than my school, and definitely higher than the willow tree. If I fall from here, I'll definitely break a few bones, if I don't break my neck. Suddenly, a golden arrow pierces Jenn's stomach. It shouldn't be able to shoot a storm, but as Jennifer falls to the ground, the wind stops supporting me, and I fall. As the ground grows nearer I notice a girl with golden hair come up from behind a gravestone and suck Jenn into some kind of bottle. I'm almost on the ground when a something catches me, and I faint./p
p style="text-align: left;" "Can we stop by the cemetery on the way to the library?" I ask, "its my birthday." Jennifer nods, "Sure!" which is weird because she usually doesn't like going to visit my mother grave. When we get to the cemetery I head straight to the back. My mother's grave is in the most beautiful part of the cemetery. Underneath a willow tree with an old metal bench beside the pond (who ever decided to put a pond in a cemetery? It looks nice. As I sit on the bench, Jenn stand behind me. This is normal because she thinks the bench is disgusting, its so old the black paint is peeling off. I sit in silence for a while, before getting up to leave. As I get up, a miniature hurricane throws me to the ground. I watch in horror as it spins to a stop and takes the shape of Jennifer. "Jenn, I think I'm hallucinating. You look like a hurricane." I say. "Oh this is quite real Angelica, and its the last thing you'll ever see."/p
p style="text-align: left;" I watch in shock as my best friend raises her arms and a hurricane starts up around us. Its getting hard to breath, and I'm feeling lite headed as Jennifer advances, half horrible storm, half teenage girl. When she turned into... whatever she is now, she seemed to age four years. She raises her hand and part of the wind lifts me into the air. Higher than my school, and definitely higher than the willow tree. If I fall from here, I'll definitely break a few bones, if I don't break my neck. Suddenly, a golden arrow pierces Jenn's stomach. It shouldn't be able to shoot a storm, but as Jennifer falls to the ground, the wind stops supporting me, and I fall. As the ground grows nearer I notice a girl with golden hair come up from behind a gravestone and suck Jenn into some kind of bottle. I'm almost on the ground when a something catches me, and I faint./p