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Demenaforever13- Hmm it seems like I'm too predictable these days. Or maybe it's just too obvious.

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The two of us got closer to caitlyn as the days went on. We included her in our conversations, secrets and jokes. Of couse she didn't get as close as me and Mtichie were but she was still a good friend... the first few weeks. The change happened gradually. Caitlyn started getting closer to Mitchie causing her to grow more distant from me. We went from hanging out every day to every other day to once a week before it stopped all together. It got to the point where she just stopped talking to me. She didn't greet me in the mornings, she didn't hug me everytime she saw me, she didn't smile and wave in the halls, they even sat somewhere else for lunch. I used to live to see Mitchie, now that she deserted me, so I resorted to living for soccer. My grades started slipping since I didn't have her to help me and I spent all my time out on the field. My new best friend was a soccerball. Momma had tought me how to play and mom bought me my first soccerball when I was seven. At recess I went to join the boys while they played. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I was the best on the feild, I even beat a few 5th graders. As soccer got better, class got harder. I didn't have my Best friend to help me sound something out or focus. I didn't care about that though. At first.

'We were reading Beverly Clearly's Mouse and the Motorcycle in class and occasionally Ms. White would pick on someone to read a paragraph. I managed to avoid getting called on and I honestly thought I wouldn't be, but of course I was wrong.

"Mitchie and Caitlyn sat closer to the front while I sat in the back trying to stay invisible. The only conversations I had in school were of soccer at recess. I didn't have any friends, not anymore.

"Alex, I haven't heard you read yet" Ms. White commented and I sunk lower into my seat. For the first time in months, Mine and Mitchie's eyes met. I thought I saw a hint of concern, but I decided I was seeing things. Why would she care after all this time? She was the only one besides my parents who knew I was dyslexic. Most kids my age didn't even know that that was, all they would understand is that I can't really read well yet. Which would just make everything worse.

I took a deep breath and stared down at the book in front of me. As always, the words all got jumbled up and started swimming around on the page. What was it that Mitchie told me to do? I can't remember, everyone's starting to stare.. I thought for a quick second, but nothing really came to mind, so I relied on my defence mechanism.

"No" I said quietly.

"I'm sorry, could you speak up please?" The teacher asked honestly not having hear me.

"I said no" I say with a bit of an attitude. Mitchie's eye had grown wide as she stared at me astonished. I turned back to the teacher who had a similar expression before regaining her composure.

"Alex Russo, You do not tell me no, now read out loud, or you can go sit in the hallway" I picked up my stuff and went back to my cubbie putting my things in my bag before turning back to Ms. White, ignoring all the stares I was recieving from my peers.

"Nah, how 'bout I just leave? It looks like a nice day outside" I said glancing to the window for added effect. "Catch ya later teach" I said turning around and walking out. I heard the teacher call after me but she was drowned out by the other students talking. I kept walking towards the exit, willing the tears not to fall. I stormed out and walked around the school a few times before I found myself on the 'field' we use to play soccer. I spotted an abandoned old ball over the hill a little ways. I walked up to it and studied it for a bit before I started kicking it around. I went from walking pushing it along to sprinting up and down the field with the ball. I made it back to the end I started on and I kicked it out of anger, sending the ball over high in the air. I watched it land a long ways away. I didn't want to get it, I just stood there trying to catch my breath. I hadn't even realized I was crying till I reached up to wipe some sweat off my brow. I noticed the sun had moved considerably which meant I had been running with the ball for a while now and the whole thing still bothered me.

"Alex!" I heard a voice call my name. I turned around to see my Momma watching me with a mixture of concern and anger. I surprised her by running into her arms and hugging her tight as I let my tears fall.

"hey sport, what's wrong?" She asked stroking my hair. I looked up to see her looking more than concerned.

"I want to go home" I mumbled stuffing my face back into her shirt. "I don't want to come back" I told her honestly. She held me for a little before she knelt down to my level.

"Alex tell me what's wrong. I can't help if I don't know what's the matter" I just shook my head not wanting to explain anything. All I wanted was Mitchie back, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. We were both silent for a moment longer before she sighed.

Demi's POV

You can only imagine how I felt when I got a call from the school informing me that my daughter was gone. Obviously I rushed down there as fast as I could. Selena was out of town at the moment, she went to teach a week long art class for teenagers so she wasn't reachable till later. I went to the office and was told to go straight to Ms. White's classroom so thats exactly where I went. Ms. White was in the middle of a lecture when I came in. When she saw me, she told her class to go ahead and try the problem on their own and the class turned to look at me. I saw Mitchie near the front and when her eyes landed on me she immediately turned back to the front. That's weird. explained to me what had happened breifly.

"And then she just stormed out. I don't understand why, she's normally an angel, but something must have gotten to her" I thought back to seeing Mitchie turn to the front when she saw me.

"Can I speak to Mitchie?" I asked and the teacher looked apalled.

"I don't see why you would need to"

"Well maybe she know's what's up." I said like it was obvious, which it should be.

"Why would she know?" Was this woman serious?

"Um maybe because she's her best friend?" She looked at me oddly. "Would you just please get her?" The teacher nodded and went back into the classroom. A moment later Mitchie came out with her head hung low.

"Mitchie" She looked up at me. "Do you know where Alex is?" I asked her. She shook her head sadly and found the ground more interesting.

"Do you know why she would have ran off?" She hesitated a moment before shaking her head.

"Okay go back in." I turned to walk away when she stopped me.

"Demi!" I turned to look at the sad nine year old. "Please make sure she's okay" She whispered before turning and going back to class. I had never felt so worried in my life. Where could she have gone? What was she thinking? What if something happened to her? No! don't think of that. I felt like screaming, but I had to put it together and find my daughter. Now where would she normally go? I heard a small grunt and I turned to see a figure in the distance racing back and forth a little ways from the playground. I looked closer to see it was Alex. Relief flooded me as I made my way to her.

She was sweating and it looked like she had been running a while now. I just noticed that she was kicking a soccerball as she ran. I watched as she made it to the end of the grass and kicked the ball hard. It went sailing quite a ways.

"Alex!" I called to her. She turned around and I could see her face was tear stained and her eyes were puffy and red. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't think she'd come running to me. She tackled me into a hug and started crying into my shirt, clinging to my waist seeing as how thats where she reached on me.

"hey sport, what's wrong?" I asked and she looked up to me breifly looking so broken, I honestly couldn't bring myself to be mad at her.

"I want to go home" She mumbled into the fabric of my shirt. "I don't want to come back" This really worried me. Was she being bullied?

"Alex tell me what's wrong. I can't help if I don't know what's the matter" She just shook her head and I knew I was getting no response.