"But dad promised he'd take me out tomorrow." I choked on my words. I flew back on my bed and sank down crying. My mom patted my back.

"We'll go to his funeral on Saturday." she said getting up and leaving. I was in complete shock. Chanik quickly reappeared to embrace me.

"I'm so sorry." he said. I nodded meekly. I couldn't stop crying. I fell asleep in Chanik's arms soon after.

I woke up by myself and the doorbell rang. I went to the front door and saw my stepmom was standing there. She was sad but also happy to see me.

"Kyrabell. I'm so sorry." she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I whimpered into her coat.

"I miss him already." I cried.

"Me too honey, me too." she said, obviously handling it better then me.

"I see you still have your cast on. When does it come off?" she asked, looking at the cast. My stepmom is taking me to get my cast off. My stepmom knew that but was trying to lighten the mood by asking.

"So you ready to go?" she let out a laugh. I did too and nodded. We walked out to my Dad's truck. I never realized that I had fallen asleep in my clothes. I climbed into my Dad's truck. It smelt like him. It brought happiness. I felt extremely happy I was with her in my Dad's truck. It felt like nothing could go wrong. Then I was sparked with interest when I noticed something on my cast. It was Chanik's signature. He must have signed it last night. It had all these weird designs around it making it look like a wolf howling at the moon. I smiled to myself.

"After the cast I'm going with the rest of your Dads plan; cast, shopping, hair, and back to school." She said. I groaned. "Do I have to go to school?"

"Yes, you need an education."

"Education-smation," I mumbled, tracing Chanik's drawing on my cast.

"Well at least you'll go back refreshed." she smiled.

Sure, I said to myself. We soon pulled into the parking lot of the hospital to get my cast off. Before you knew it, my leg felt free. Free! Finally! Now we drove to the mall.

"Do you know what were going shopping for?" my step mom asked.

"Clothes, new shoes, stuff like that most likely."

"Yep, that's exactly what we're shopping for." my step tried to make me smile.

"Shopping sounds good for once and Kimchee will get off my back about new clothes." I sighed.

"Well you'll look great at school."

"Good." I said, looking out the window. There was something running on the side of the road. My vision wasn't so good at the moment so I couldn't pick it out. I rubbed my eyes quickly, hoping it would help. It was gone. I gulped. There was something following us and it wasn't something good. I prayed silently to myself.

Within five minutes we were in the mall. Thank god. I was in a dressing room when an image came into my mind. It was of a creature, big, dark, and it had extremely huge claws. It seemed to be staring at my. But how? A sharp racking pain slapped into my head! Ow! I snapped back into reality, and tried on more clothes.

"Kyra? Find something you like?" I heard my stepmom's voice outside the door. The jeans that I had on would have to work but as soon I thought that, I decided against it. I tried on a pair of shorts and like them. I got all of them.

"Now time to get your hair done." my stepmom said as we walked to the car. Curls, curls, curls! That's what was on my mind. I was going to get a semi perm and try not to see freaky stuff in the mirror. Just think happy thoughts. That should distract me from the figures.

They settled me into the chair and trimmed my hair. They got little curly things in them then the problems started. There was nothing in the mirror but I felt something strange about it. This was a very bad day. Mirrors are strange in particular. What is it a mirror exactly does? I've heard once that mirrors can trap a spirit. Then there was laughing coming from the mirror.

I gulped and wanted to run far away from the place, but I just ducked my eyes and looked at my finger. About an hour later they finally pulled out the curlers and they set my put.

"Ready to go back to school honey?" my stepmom smiled.

"I guess," is all I could reply.

"You look so beautiful." she sighed.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"I have one more surprise for you." she said and led me to a motorcycle.

"What's this?" I asked looking at the motorbike.

"It's your dad's. He wanted you to have it."

"He gave me his Harley?" I couldn't believe it. She nodded with a bright smile. She handed me my leather jacket, my helmet and sunglasses. Then she handed me the keys. I could not believe he would actually give me his Harley. It's imposable, but amazing. She handed me my backpack. Then did I realize I was wearing a pleated skirt and high heels. I shrugged it off.

"Get to school safe now, ok? You remember how to drive this thing." My stepmom kissed my cheek.

"Since I was seven," I laughed and hugged her tight.

"You can come stay with me any time honey. I'm still your stepmom." She said.

"I know, even if you remarry you'll still be my stepmom." I tried to make her laugh.

"Something tells me I won't remarry honey. And I have something to tell you." she smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm pregnant." she said.

"Are you serious? I'm going to have a half-brother?" I was so surprised and happy.

"Or half sister," she laughed at my stunned expression.

"If it's a boy, we'll name it after dad." I told her.

"And if it's a girl?"

"Um…we'll name her…what will we name her?"

"We'll think on that one." she laughed.

"There's a baby book in Eliza's locker. I'll look at it." I slipped.

"Eliza's locker?"

"Well…she's pregnant too." I mumbled.

"She is?" my stepmom seemed surprised.

"Yep,"

"She would have given your dad a heart attack if he knew." she sighed.

"My mom's ecstatic," I mumbled. She rolled her eyes. "Does she even care about her kids? She's ok with her daughter being pregnant in high school?"

"Only if it's Eliza, my mom hates." I sighed.

"That's why you should come live with Me." she added.

"It's getting better." I smiled.

"How so?"

"New kid next door. He's very nice to me." I blushed.

"By the look on your face I can tell he's more then nice to you." she smiled.

"We're practically dating sort of." I said.

"You shouldn't date at your age. You never know what could happen."

"Nothing is going to happen. We won't have sex that I can promise." I said trying my best to smile. She sighed and hugged me again.

"I trust you. Now get going." she said climbing into her car. I hopped on the motorbike, slid on the jacket and put my backpack over that. I gracefully put on my helmet and kicked the Harley into gear. People stared at me when I pulled into the school parking lot. I didn't care, I was happy.