Chapter 7: Missing Jake
((((( Renesmee's POV)))))
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in my story. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. Neither do I own the poetry written in this chapter. The authors are listed as unknown. I also don't own any song or lyrics that are sung or played in this chapter.
A/N: Chapter 4 has been changed to show that the tracker is Jasper's friend.
The next morning went the same as the previous. Only, they didn't have to trick me with the time. I wanted to go. I needed a change from what I was constantly feeling inside.
When we arrived at school, a boy was handing out fliers to a dirt bike competition this weekend. When I read it, I felt my heart begin to race. Aunt Ali looked over at me. I knew immediately by the way that she looked at me that she heard it, and she wasn't having it.
"Nessie, I'm not playing. I will tell your father. I promise I will," she threatened.
"No problem. I'll just get him to let me go, and at least observe. There's no danger in that. Is there?"
She looked over at me. "Renesmee Cullen...I'm not crazy. Neither is your father. Please don't do anything reckless. Please."
I just smiled and walked with her to our first class.
Brody was the first person I saw when we walked into school. He wore the cutest, form fitting Ed Hardy t-shirt and a perfectly fitted dark pair of jeans with black laced up timberlands. Yesterday, he was dressed neatly, but he had no particular style like he did today...not saying that a tight white with low ride jeans and a scarf wasn't sexy as hell on him.
When we approached him, he smiled widely. He obviously noticed me checking him out, and I could tell by the smirk on his face that he liked it.
Man, I sure hope that today won't be a repeat of yesterday.
As he approached us, Aunt Ali put her arm around my shoulder. She whispered into my ear, "Nessie, remember what we talked about yesterday. You have to keep your distance from him until we figure out what's going on with them."
"Hello, ladies, how was your evening?" Brody asked.
"Fine," I responded coldly, hoping he'd get the point, and just go away already.
"Alice, do you remember where your class is?" Brody asked, ignoring my uninterested tone.
She nodded and pointed.
Brody eyed at me suspiciously for a moment, cleared his expression, then smiled.
"Good, let's go, Nessie, the bell's about to ring. See you next class, Alice." He grabbed my hand and led me to class. "Nessie, are you going to watch the tournament this weekend?"
"I don't know. It depends on what my dad says...but I want to."
"Well, if you do, I'm bringing an extra bike in case mine crashes, so if you want to ride, not race, you can use my extra bike."
"Thank you, but I prefer mine. Plus, if you can race, I'm sure I can too. Just don't be mad when I beat you." I smiled at him. When I looked into his eyes, there was a glimmer that wasn't there yesterday. It was the same look that my mom and dad give each other, lovingly. "Ew, why are you looking at me like that?"
He smiled. "Like what?"
"Like all goo goo eyed. Brody, what's going on with you?"
"Nessie, I thought about what you said yesterday, but I just can't do it. There is something about you that draws me to you. I'm sorry. I've never felt like this before about anyone."
"Brody, remember, I am committed. I love Jake. I'll never leave him for you. You need to come to terms with that very quickly, before you destroy our friendship."
He laughed. "But, Nessie, it's not like that. I wouldn't say I'm in love with you. I just can't explain it. I just want you to be happy. I want to make you laugh – see you smile. I want to be your closest friend. I have no problems with Jacob, neither do I plan on it."
"But Brody. That doesn't make any sense. Plus, how will you date other girls if you always spend your free time with me?"
"I don't know. I talked to Savanna last night. We went to the park down the street. I pushed her on the swings and even made out in the backseat. Nessie, I felt nothing for her. I felt bad for even kissing her like that. I kept thinking about you. For some reason, I felt like you were sad. I wanted to call you, but I knew that you would get really mad with me, so I didn't."
That in the world is up with this dude? He can't be as genuine as he seems to be. Something's up, and frankly, he's pissing me off. Who acts like this?
Before I could think of another reason as to what his agenda really was, I decided to just ask a little about him.
"Brody, where are you from?" I blurted out.
"Why, Nessie?"
Yep, something to hide. I raised my eyebrow suspiciously at him.
"Just curious. You and your sister don't talk and dress like most of the kids here.
"What do you mean?" Brody asked, seeming hesitant to freely give this information out.
"Well, for one, you have a heavy accent. It sounds like you're from the south somewhere. So, are you spilling or not?"
"We're from New Orleans. What about you?"
"Hey, I'm asking the questions."I smiled flirtatiously, flipping my hair. "Have you been here long?"
He smiled widely, then leaned in close to me.
Shit! I hope he's not thinking I'm trying to get to know him or something stupid like that. I just need this information for my family. Shit! Did I just flip my stupid hair and flirt with him?
"No..." He began tracing patterns on the top of my hand. "We've been here maybe five years. We've lived all over. My parents love the outdoors. Once my parents have gotten enough of the scenery, where ever we are, they find somewhere else just as fantastic. We've moved three or four times that I can remember."
While he was speaking, my eyes remained on his fingers tracing patterns on my hand. Twice, I imagined myself snapping his damn finger off.
Calm down Renesmee. You need this information. Calm down. Maybe you can snap that bony little finger later by accident. Little shit.
"Wow! It's very expensive to move that often. You must be rich. What does your parents do?"
"They were fortune tellers and witches." He smiled widely at me. I couldn't tell if he was serious or joking. "Are you afraid?"
"No, not at all." I stared firmly.
He chuckled.
"So, are you one of them too?"
"Well, I know all about the customs, but I don't actively practice. So, no."
Our conversation was cut off when the bell rang for class to start. I noticed that Savanna wasn't in class today. In a way, I was glad. Having to deal with her, while still being slightly annoyed with Brody may have been a bit too much for me right now.
In Biology, Alice took her place next to me, instead of by Legend. "Aunt Ali, guess what...He's from New Orleans. His family practices Wicca. They're fortune tellers and witches. Do you think he was pulling my leg? Just to see how I'd respond?"
Her mouth fell open. "Who's his mother?"
I shrugged. "How would I know?"
"Nessie, I knew a couple many years ago that got married, but had no children after many years of trying. They were a very strange couple, but because of their love, they stuck together. They left New Orleans in search for a new beginning. But that was about thirty or forty years ago. We met up with them again years later in Tennessee. She was still trying to have children, and Jasper brought them to Carlisle for help. I wonder if these are their children."
Well, needless to say, Aunt Ali was bubbly for the rest of the day. She wanted to try to verify what she was thinking before she confronted Brody, so she waited until we got home to talk to Daddy.
In Biology, Brody was extremely annoyed with Alice for taking his seat. He clearly was pouting, looking back at me every opportunity he got. He is such a beautiful boy. He could have any girl in the school, and it just has to be me, the last one he needs to be trying to like.
After class, we went to French. Our first test would be on Friday, and I was already ready. I knew that this class would not hold my attention at all. Brody asked if we could study together. He says he hates learning new languages, and needs help. I agreed, but I had no idea where we would study. It definitely wouldn't be at my house.
Our teacher made us read a conversation with a partner in French. It was an introduction to someone that you just met. I spoke in my fluent tongue to Brody, and he demolished everything he read. I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was enjoying listening to me speak to him like that, so I decided to distract him.
"Brody..." I whispered. "If you're from Louisiana, why don't you know French?"
"Because...the language that they speak in Louisiana is nothing like the actual 'French' language. It's a broken language. Put together by the people there. It's very similar, but the accent, and a lot of the dialect is different. Plus, we were still really young when we left. My dad speaks it fluently though, but I have to admit that he sounds nothing like you." He chuckled.
We had just began reading our script again when our teacher heard my accent in the language, and came over.
"Miss Cullen, you speak fluent French?"
"Yes, ma'am. My father lived there for many years. He taught me when I was very young. Sometimes we only speak that language at home. It's easy to learn when you hear it everyday." I lied; she didn't need to know that my dad taught me that when I was three.
"Well...that's wonderful. Miss Cullen, you may need to help me with some of your classmates sometimes." She walked off, listening to everyone else demolish everything they read.
At lunch, Brody asked Aunt Ali and me when our birthdays were. When he realized that mine was coming up within a month, he offered to throw me a party, anywhere I wanted one. I looked over at Aunt Ali. Her face saddened into almost a pout. I knew it would hurt her feelings to let someone else plan my party. "No, Brody, Alice will plan it for me. She loves doing that kind of stuff. Is that alright Alice?"
Her smile instantly perked up. "Yes, yes! I would love to!" She squeaked. She was practically bouncing in the lunch chairs with excitement. Everyone sitting with us looked over at her and giggled.
"Alice, are you that good? Can we come?" Brittan looked over at her, smiling wide at her.
I think somebody has a crush on Alice. I sang in my head then giggled.
"Sure, I'll have the invitations ready by the end of the week. Where do you want to have it, Nessie?"
"Where ever. I'm sure you'll think of something."
"What about at the house? We'll have to ask Mom, but it should be alright."
"Alice, whatever. I don't care." Everyone was getting a kick out of her new found excitement. Up until now, she's been very quiet and reserved. They haven't seen the best of Aunt Ali, yet. Wait until they see her parties. I smiled to myself thinking about what their reaction will be when they see the house and the land.
The rest of the day went by fast. All I heard about was my party that wasn't even planned yet, and everyone asking if they were invited. It kind of annoyed me. Most of these kids never spoke to me before now. Now, all of a sudden, they think they're my best friends. Humans.
((((( Alice's POV)))))
"Edward, come to the main house. We need to talk." I closed my phone, anxious to speak to him about Brody and his family. A few minutes later, Edward and Bella arrived, looking very worried. "Ah, straighten your faces out. Nothing is wrong. I just need to talk to Edward about Brody and his family."
"His family?" Carlisle asked. "What about them? Have you found out anything else?"
"Well, yes. Today, Nessie asked Brody about him and his family in one of their classes together. He told her that he was from New Orleans. His family are fortune tellers and Witches."
"Inya? As in, Inya and Phadrus?" Edward interrupted.
"What? Who's that?" Bella asked.
"Inya is a Nymph, and Phadrus is a warlock," Edward explained.
"What the Hell does that mean?" She asked.
"Jasper, do you remember when me met them in New Orleans? They had very little time to spend together because of her job, tending to nature, and not being able to outwardly be together.. They met under the strangest of circumstances, but they loved each other greatly. Phadrus married Inya in the early nineteen seventies. They were both still very young. They had to hide their union because of the obvious backgrounds of their nature. Neither of their families would allow the union, ever. So, they ran off together after about five years of having to sneak around to be together. Remember, they wanted children, but were never able to have them?" Alice asked.
"Yes, I remember." Jasper added. "That's how they met Carlisle. They were running from their troubles when we met up with 'em in Tennessee."
"I remember how happy they were to be able to speak freely about who and what they were, without feeling self conscious about their pasts or their nature. Carlisle worked with them for months, using fertility drugs, but it seemed like nothing was working, so she left. After we helped Phadrus find her, we lost contact with the both of them."
"Yes, I remember how genuine, and in love they were with each other. Back then, it thoroughly angered me to see people that much in love, but I never forgot how wonderfully he treated her. Alice, would you picture those two children for me?" Edward asked.
I thought about Brody and Legend, allowing him a detailed view, while trying myself to find some type of resemblance. Edward took a while, not sure if it were possible. "Alice, maybe we should just ask," he stated, matter-of-factly.
"I thought about that, but then we would have to reveal ourselves to children that may not know anything about the supernatural. Maybe they'll come for the party. I included a note that said that chaperons were needed."
"Alright, now...back to the original subject. Are these people dangerous, and what is a Nymph and a warlock?" Bella asked.
"Well...let's see how to explain. Um..." I began.
"Alice, let me start," Carlisle began. "Nymphs are generally regarded as divine spirits. They roam the earth as a human, but they are considered to be very beautiful, and highly regarded by most immortals. Their spirits are pure, and they love everything and everyone that's created by nature. They love to dance and sing, and it's hard to be around them without loving them. With the same respect, it's hard for them to be around you without attaching themselves to you, loving you like no other. But it's a pure love, never erotic or sexual. Usually, they dwell in the mountains and groves, by springs and rivers, where trees are plentiful, and nature is the most beautiful. Inya ended up in New Orleans because she wanted to make a difference to humans and nature. She lived there for maybe fifty years before we met. She was working to plant new trees, creating new flowers, helping people recycle, and tending to the many dying forms of vegetation that had once lived fruitfully in that area, until refineries were built, and began killing everything Mother Nature created for survival and beauty.
"Before she met Phadrus, she had never been in love, in fact she didn't really know what it meant. She knew that she already loved everyone, and saw no need in restricting that to one person. The day she met Phadrus, her whole life changed.
"Phadrus is the exact opposite of Inya. He practiced black magic, and the occult. I suppose Wicca is the vogue term that describes most witchcraft today, but most Witches and Warlocks come from a line of pagan beliefs derived from druidism and ancient magic. Wicca focuses on deriving power from nature and in that sense Nymphs might be closer to what people talk about as Wicca, while Phadrus and his coven come from a line of ancient practitioners who can take power from not only nature, but other beings, whether they are mortal or immortal. Some of them are very devious, conniving, and have no respect for human ideals, morals or religious preferences. They are the worst kind of enemy. They are masters at mixing potions for just about any reason. Love, hate, death, trickery, you name it."
Carlisle paused, seeming to go deep into thought, so I finished, "That's right. When Phadrus and Inya met, he was meeting with a tourist in New Orleans who wanted to pay him to perform some kind of spell. He met the tourist in the park after they couldn't find his business. Inya was out that day, tending to the many trees and flowers, singing and dancing around. She pretty much went unnoticed most of the time. After all, she was in New Orleans. The home of strange and weird. The tourist noticed her erratic, happy behavior. She thought Inya looked ridiculous dancing around, touching trees, and talking to plants. When Phadrus looked over at her, he knew immediately that he had never seen another creature as beautiful as her, and loved her immediately with all of his heart. He finished up with the tourist, but when he turned to look for her, Inya was gone. He went back to that park everyday for weeks, hoping to catch a glimpse of her again. She never showed back up. Unfortunately, by him sitting idle for so long, his business was failing, so he had to go back to his norm, only hoping that one day he'd see her again.
"Months later, a spell that he cast was on a business owner of a Botanical Garden. It had been cast for some time now, but the business seemed to still be flourishing. He decided to redo the spell, but that time, he went to the business itself. When he walked in, the first thing he saw was Inya. Perfectly the same as she had been months ago. She was so beautiful, and so happy, he actually forgot why he was there. As he was approaching her, she looked up at him, and the same love that he felt for her, she immediately felt for him. Of course, they revealed to each other who and what they were, and they both knew that they could never have an open relationship. Neither of their families would accept the other. He married her almost immediately, but they never lived together, nor did they reveal that they even knew each other.
"As the years passed, they decided that they wanted children. They loved each other too much to not create a child out of their love. Unfortunately, she was never able to conceive, and her heartbreak because of it, almost drove them apart. That's when we met them.
"We were out hunting one evening when we met up with Inya. We recognized each other immediately for what we were, and our friendship grew from there. Phadrus wasn't as forthcoming, but who can resist me, right?" I smiled.
Carlisle began again, "After meeting them some years later, I tried to help her conceive, but the medicine that I tried on her never seemed to effect her one way or the other. Her body was created to be perfect, and when it was ready to conceive, it would, I told her. She soon left, leaving him behind. She was ashamed that she was unable to give him the one thing he wanted so desperately from her. He didn't care about that. He just wanted her. He loved her dearly.
"The only thing I ever heard from them again was when he called, thanking us for helping him find her again. A'Layna, Jasper's old friend, came through for us back then too. Her tracking abilities are nothing short of the best. She can find anything or anyone, with precision and she is able to avoid detection by the Volturi by avoiding all of them. They would prefer her to Demitri, but they've never managed to get close to her. Which is why she couldn't help when we gathered witnesses after Renesmee's birth she could sense that they would get too close to her if she came.
"It's more than possible that after all these years, they were finally able to conceive. I would love to meet those children. The combination of an immortal and a mortal would make an interesting mixture of children. Especially since Inya lives in the light, and Phadrus lives in the dark. Plus, by nature, Inya would never get old, nor could she get sick, but Phadrus is a mortal. He will eventually live his life out and die. The fate of their children would definitely be interesting. Quite like you and Bella, Edward."
"Wow, I never knew that there were other types of immortals," Bella added.
"Oh, yes, there are. We run into them from time to time," Carlisle added.
"So, Carlisle, have you kept contact information on them?" Edward asked. "I would love to see them again."
"Edward, it's been maybe thirty years since I heard from him. I doubt the numbers are still the same," Carlisle said.
"Well, maybe A'Layna could find them for us," I suggested.
"But Alice, that would be wasteful. Especially since we can just find out who the parents of those children are," Carlisle replied.
"Well, we'll work on it. Oh, I so hope to see her again. We were really good friends."
((((( Renesmee's POV)))))
As the week passed, I grew restless. I knew I still had to approach Daddy about going to the races, and I knew it wouldn't be easy.
My nights were still for Jake. I called him every night. He's never answered the phone since that one day. Sometimes I just let it ring until the phone company cut the call. I know he sees my persistence. Maybe he's found someone, and really needs his space. I really don't care, though. I just need to hear his voice. To know that he's alright. I still cry myself to sleep at night. My heart was feeling extra pained tonight, so I wrote:
Jake...
Empty thoughts just like the words I am writing.
I know that my angel will come back to me.
Until then, I will slowly die,
because I can not touch your soul.
...but it is my soul that I can not heal.
I think I have to move on,
but I can not, I am desperate.
I still think of you my love.
Come back to me before I die within.
Come and say the words I need to hear.
You are my treasure.
You are my reflection.
Nessie
For the past couple of nights, I've had vivid nightmares where Brody and Jake are fighting. But, Brody is not himself. He's a large animal, fighting Jacob the wolf. In my dream, they don't listen to me, and they both want each other dead. I wake up from the nightmares screaming at the top of my lungs, screaming out Jake's name. Sometimes, it replays in the same night. The only difference is sometimes Jake is able to change from the wolf to another animal, but it's unsteady. He just keeps changing, unable to hold a shape, getting hurt in the process.
Friday morning, before school, I woke up early. I had an idea. I decided to write him a letter. Maybe my written words would reach him where my voice couldn't.
Jake,
I am so sorry for being so stupid. My actions with you were inexcusable, and hurtful to you. I never meant any harm. I just wanted you to be happy. To find your imprint.
Jake, when you left, my whole world came crashing down around me. Your presence in my life, no longer a constant, has drawn a pain from me that only equals to ripping an arm or leg off. Fortunately, I welcome the pain. It reminds me that you were real, and that the love that I hold for you is real.
Jake, the last couple of weeks that we were together were the hardest for me in all my years. I know that you're my best friend and all, and look at me like a little sister, but Jake, I fell in love with you.
I was afraid to tell you or show you, knowing you would reject me. Maybe not now, but when your imprint was found. The pain was much too hard to bear, even within. So, I decided to separate from you. I thought that sacrificing my love for you would eventually allow you to be happy.
I had already stolen so many years from you, and you deserved every amount of happiness that life has to give you.
I know too, that I was wrong for not wanting to talk to you about your imprint. When Daddy encouraged me to hear you out, he said that it would make everything better, I knew deep within that you probably had known about her for some time now, and wanted to come clean with me. That's why I didn't want to talk. I hate myself for not being the friend to you that you have been to me all these years.
It was the selfish old Renesmee coming out to haunt me. One minute, I wanted you to be happy and to find her. The next minute, the thought of actually hearing about her made me ill. I know...I'm all messed up.
But Jake, I don't care anymore. I want to hear about her. I want to hear about your happiness, your future. I need you and your smile in my life. Any way you want to give it to me.
So, Jake, please, stop ignoring me. I know you still love me. Please forgive me for being so selfish. I know I have a long way to go, but you know me. I mean what I say, sincerely.
Please call me. I love you.
Nessie
P.S. I have been living in your cottage. Your lingering smell has kept me feeling safe all this time. It is my only solace without you here. Please, Jake I miss you.
As I wrote, tears fell all over the note, slightly smudging some letters. Oh, well, he'll understand. I sealed the note, put it in an envelope, added a stamp, and ran to the street to put it in the mailbox.
It was still early, so instead of going back to Jake's, I went to talk to Daddy. I went to his and Mom's cottage first, hopefully not interrupting anything. I knocked first just in case. Daddy came immediately to the door.
"Renesmee...why did you knock? This is your home, too."
I smiled and looked at him.
"Oh..." He laughed. "Come in silly girl."
"Daddy, I need to talk to you."
He smiled at me.
"You're looking better today."
"Yes, well, I hope I still will after this conversation." I took a deep breath. "Daddy, there is a dirt bike tournament this weekend, and I want to go." I put my hands up to him, asking him to wait before he responded. "Not to race, but to ride the trails with some friends from school. There will be people from everywhere coming for the tournament, and I'd love to see how other people ride. Can I go Daddy, please? I promise I'll do as you ask. I won't race. I promise, Daddy." I smiled at him, stepping closer to him, giving him a tight hug. "Please, Daddy."
He reluctantly hugged me back, then cleared his throat. When I looked up at him, he was looking at Mom. "What do you think about this?" He asked her.
"I don't have anything to do with that. That's between you and her." She walked off, giggling silently. I know I heard her say something that sounded like 'He doesn't have a chance.' But, I'm not really sure.
"Daddy, please." I started kissing him all over his face, hugging him really close. "I'll be your favorite daughter." He began laughing.
"You're my only daughter."
"Well, even better. Please, Daddy."
"Alright, Renesmee. You can go. But, you have to promise me that you will not under any circumstances race that bike."
I started jumping up and down, bubbling over. "I promise. I promise. Thank you, Daddy, thank you," I squeaked. I ran to their room, quickly opening the door. "Mom, Mom, he's letting me go." I was jumping up and down and laughing. I ran over to her and hugged her.
She leaned down, whispering in my ear. "I knew he'd let you. You've always had him wrapped around your little fingers from the day you were born."
"I heard that. That's not fair for you to tell her." We all just laughed. It's not like I didn't know that already, anyway.
"Renesmee, I heard that, too. You two never play fair."
Soon after, I left to go back to Jacob's cottage. Alice was already there to begin getting me ready. On the way to school, I was really happy. I hadn't rode my bike in weeks, and I missed it. Really, I missed riding with Jake, but for now, just riding would be fine.
When we arrived at school, we parked next to Brody and Legend's car, who were sitting on their cars. "Hi Nessie, Alice...are you able to come this weekend?" Brody asked.
I smiled excitedly. "Yes! My daddy said yes, this morning. The only thing is...I can't race, but I can bring my bike and ride, so that's way cool" Brody smiled.
"Yes, it is, Nessie. I'm glad you'll be there. Is Jacob coming?"
I paused, revealing my sadness with my next statement. "No. He won't be."
Brody looked at me, silently questioning my sudden change in mood. I managed to pull a smile together before Aunt Ali changed the subject, "So, Legend, are you going?"
"No. I don't like hanging out with my brother and his friends. They can be real jerks on bikes."
"Nessie will be the only girl there?"
"No," Brody interjected. "Everyone usually has their girlfriends with them, so she'll have plenty of company."
"Nessie, if you'd like, I can come," Legend added.
"Yes, would you? I don't know anyone else, and Brody will be with his date, so I'll be left to find a friend."
"I won't have a date. Savanna and I have reconciled to be friends. By her own choice. So, it'll be the three of us." He smiled, rubbing my arm. I looked over at Legend. She squeezed her eyes tight at her brother, then at me. I turned my eyes away, noting to ask her about that later.
On the way to class, Savanna came up to the four of us, looking directly at me. I looked at Aunt Ali. "Remember what I said," she whispered.
Savanna stopped directly in front of me, pulling a hard smile up.
"Hello everyone. Renesmee, can I talk to you, alone?"
I looked over at Brody, who smiled at me, then Aunt Ali, who seemed resolved to not be leaving while this conversation went on. I took a few steps forward from the group.
"Renesmee, I'm sorry for the other day. It was mean and heartless, and you didn't deserve that. I know that it was your first day here, and I saw how Brody pursued you, not you him. I also heard how you tried to send him back to me. I'm so sorry. After I thought about it, he's not worth that much effort anyway. He got from me what he wanted, and moved on. Just be careful with him. He was the same way with me. All loving and attached, then after I gave myself to him, he acted like I didn't exist. Again, I'm so sorry. Can I pay to have your truck detailed?"
"No, it's alright. We did it already. And, thanks for coming to talk to me. That's really cool of you. Friends?"
"Yes, friends." She leaned over and hugged me. Our first bell rang right after, so we all separated and ran to class.
In first hour, Brody sat next to me, giving me a weird look. "What?" I asked.
"What did she tell you?"
"Nothing. She just apologized. Why?"
"She's so vindictive, I was just wondering if she tried to turn you against me."
"Nope, it was just about me and her. I think everything will be fine."
At lunch, Aunt Ali began passing out invitations to the party next Friday night. Everyone was so excited about it. They had never been anywhere near our home, so they were excited to see how a regular house could hold almost the whole school. Savanna got one too. She came up to me to ask me if it was alright for her to come, since we had that little disagreement. I assured her that all was forgiven and to move forward.
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