Chapter 11

"I am NOT going in there!" Izzy said, trying to escape Leshawna's iron grip.

"Oh, yes you are!" Leshawna said. "We spent all day setting up for this!"

"This isn't fair! I never agreed to this." Izzy was now latched onto the doorpost.

"The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can go back to the dorm." Bridgette pointed out.

"And you don't want to be late to your own party, do you?" I added.

"ARGH!"

"Okay, this is ridiculous." Gwen said stepping ahead of us. She grabbed Izzy hands (in which her nails were viciously embedded into the doorpost) and tried to pull Izzy off.

"NO!"

"Izzy, we don't have all day! The teachers are probably going to be back soon!"

"NOOOOO!"

The smell of burned skin came into the air as Gwen jerked her hand away from Izzy.

"Really, Iz? Really?" Gwen said irritated.

"Yes really."

"What is taking you girls so long?" A woman with long, cherry blonde hair came out of the cafeteria. "Where is my daughter?"

"MOTHER?" Izzy said in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"Hm." Izzy's mom said inspecting the situation. "Izzy, if you don't remove your hands from that door immediately, I will allow you no cake."

"Fine!" Izzy said letting go. We all sighed in relief.

"Now, you walk into that cafeteria with pride young lady! We need you to uphold our family name!" Izzy's mother said. "We all are waiting."

She went back into the room.

"SEE why I don't like my family!" Izzy said. "Every-freaking-one of them are trying to kill me or physically harm me in some way."

"She just told you to go inside!" I said.

We pushed Izzy into the cafeteria.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISABELLA!" Everyone shouted. Izzy face palmed.

"They could've at least used my nickname." She muttered to us.

"We tried, but your mom wouldn't allow it." Bridgette told her. " 'Said it wasn't lady-like."

We sat down at a table with the guys. Bridgette sat by Geoff, Gwen and Izzy sat by each other, so that left me sitting with Duncan. Bridgette smiled at me as if she did this on purpose. I glared at her and sat down in my chair.

"I heard about what went down between you and Heather," Duncan muttered to me, smirking. "Nice."

"Nothing happened, I just told her to apologize and she did." I said.

"That isn't what Sierra said."

Before I could ask him what she said, and what that even meant one of Izzy's family members stood up. You see, the thing about Izzy's family is that they all seemed to have the same hair and eye color. It was like they were in a clan of they're own.

"Oh no, it's Julie." Izzy muttered.

"Alright everybody, settle down." Julie said. She seemed a couple of years older than us, maybe in her earlier twenties.

She continued to speak. "We'll be having the refreshments now, so everyone settle down."

"I can't wait until this is over." Izzy muttered. I shrugged. Oh well, time for cake.

"When are we leaving?" Izzy asked us for the 20th time. We sighed.

"When the party's over!" Bridgette said irritated. "Or at least when your mom decides to leave."

"But she might be coming soon!" Izzy said panicking.

"She?" Gwen asked.

"Only my weird older sister, Emmi." Izzy said, shuddering at the thought. "Heck, she's crazier than me!"

"In that case I never want to meet her." I said. Izzy was already at lot to deal with, but her sister? "No offense of course."

"Oh this is ridiculous!" Bridgette said. "Emily isn't that bad."

"You haven't seen her at home!" Izzy said. "Remember that cut I got on my arm Year 8?"

"Yeah, you kept on bleeding everywhere. It was disgusting."

"Well Emmi caused it!"

"You tripped on over a rock and fell onto a sheet of ice." Bridgette said. "How did Emmi cause that?"

"Tripped? I was pushed!"

"She wasn't even near you!"

"You know she's an air type! She used her wind powers!"

"Isabella! Is that you?" A voice said from behind. Our trio turned around.

"Oh no!" Izzy whispered. "She's here!"

Like all of Izzy's other relatives, Emmi had the same fire orange hair and green eyes that Izzy had. But, in contrast to Izzy, she had no pupils. A shiver went up my spine from looking at her.

"Don't look her in the eyes." Izzy whispered to us.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." Emmi said in monotone, smiling as she did.

"You have?"

Emmi frowned. "Of course I have, you are my little sister after all. I must go now, mother is calling me." She seemed to float over in the direction of Izzy's mom.

"Weirdo," Gwen muttered under her breath. "Izzy's mom isn't even in the room right now."

"She just needed an excuse to leave." Izzy said. "She's probably gonna go tattle to mother or something."

"Shouldn't we try to stop her then?" I asked.

"Guys!" Bridgette said. "We don't even know if she really-"

"Isabella!" Izzy's mother yelled from across the room. "Come here immediately."

"She told." Izzy said mortified. We walk over to Emmi and Izzy's mother.

"Emmi has just reminded me that we haven't sang yet." Izzy's mother said before clapping. Everyone in the room went silent.

"Oh no," Izzy said, burying her face in her hands.

"On the count of three we will sing." Izzy's mom announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. "1,2,3…"

As everyone was singing, I looked around. I instantly recognize the guy that I saw before. Trent is his name. Same raven hair, same green eyes, same pale skin. But this time, he was wearing normal clothes, and he looked just like everyone else. He pointed to the gold wrist watch he was wearing and mouthed the words, "Running out of time." And just like that, he disappeared.

"…and you don't know this guy is at all?" Bridgette asked. I had been able to pull her away from Geoff and the party.

"No clue, that's the weird part." I answer pacing back and forth. "I asked Gwen about him and she didn't know who he was. No one else can identify him either. What do you think this means?"

"Personally, I think you might be going crazy." A male voice said.

"Who was that?" Bridgette jumped up. We both looked around the room.

"It was me of course," The voice said again. I turned to see an average sized black cat sitting on the windowsill, its tail waving back and forth in the air.

"Oh," I said.

Bridgette looks at me. "You talk to cats?"

"Wait, talking cats aren't normal around here?"

"Cats aren't normal around her, much less ones who talk."

"I'm not a cat." It said, squinting its eyes at us. "Well at least I wasn't until you turned me into one."

"I didn't do anything to you!" I said.

"Yes you did you-" it stopped talking and just stared at me. "Wait you're not-, but you look just like-"

"Just like who?" I asked out of curiosity.

"…Never mind."

"So what's your name cat/guy thingy?" Bridgette asked.

"If you must know, my name is Noah."

"So how did you get turned into an animal?" Bridgette asked again.

"My godsister, the girl I mistook her for," He nodded his head in my direction. "was practicing her powers. My mom stupidly told me to help her. She did a spell wrong and now I'm like this."

"Seems legit."

"Bridgette, Courtney! Where are you," Sierra's voice came down the hallway.

"We can't let her see you." I said to Noah. "Hide somewhere."

"I'l/ just hide behind this block of air." Noah said sarcastically after looking around. He was right; the hallway was pretty empty. I grabbed Noah and stuffed him into a nearby trash can. Sierra approached us.

"There you are!" Sierra said. "Everyone's looking for you, Izzy won't cut the cake without you guys. She wants backup incase her family tries to trample her or something."

"Trample her?" I repeat.

"They really want that cake Courtney."

We walk down the hallway and back into the cafeteria.

Thank goodness, I finally got this done. I was up all night righting this chapter in my book! And look, Noah's here finally! In cat form, but he's Noah nonetheless! (Hey, I thought it would be funny XD)

R&R!

~ LadyIceCherry | 04/13/13