After I woke up, I had gone downstairs, and performed my morning routine. At 6:45, I went outside, and found Rose's car parked in the front of my driveway. I got into her car.
At first, it was silent. We then began to talk about who we want to win for the 2016 Presidential Election, different films, and our thoughts on death. Well, Rose talked about what she believed life was like when she died. She thinks it's like life on Earth, except it "sucks a lot less." I told her that was an agreeable theory. Things then went silent again.
As we pulled into the school, we started looking for potential parking spots. As we were doing so, Rose started talking. "Okay…so, the reason I brought up the whole thing about death is…because…" her sentence trailed off. "Well? What is it? Why did you bring up the topic of death?" I asked. "Because…I found a Ouija Board in my closet. I never knew I had it until a week ago. I was too scared to use it on my own. So, I was wondering if you wanted to come over my house on Friday, and we could see if it actually worked." I stared at her. Being the moral person I was, I knew that using a Ouija Board was a pretty bad thing to do. However, I was never told why. Yet, there was something that didn't seem right about using one. "I'll think about it," I told her.
I went to school. It was a decent day, with not as many radical things happening today as they did yesterday. I did score a 70% on my Chemistry exam, so that was pretty lucky. I was also successful in finding two dollars on the floor, so I was able to use that money to pay for my lunch.
When I got home, I took out my history homework, and then I thought to myself I'll do it later. I then pulled out my laptop, and started looking up random things on Tumblr. Suddenly, my mom walked into my room. "Hi, Isabelle. I found these in the hamper, and I was about to wash them, when I realized you had never worn them. Isn't it crazy that I would remember something like this?" my mom said, laughing. She pulled out my Waluigi pants, and dropped them on my bed. When she walked out of the room, I grabbed my Waluigi pants. I almost started sobbing. What was I going to do if she had washed the luck and magic out of my Waluigi pants? I would have never been able to survive. And do you know how lucky I was that she didn't wash out the magic? What if I didn't have the pants at all? I wouldn't be half as fierce as I've been these past couple of days.
After making this realization about how uncertain my future would be without those pants, I decided that if I didn't have the Waluigi pants to guide my future, there was only one other thing that could help me see my fate more clearly: The Ouija Board.