The next three weeks flew by with unusual speed; when Alexander came around to see me, I had my mother tell him that I wasn’t up for visitors. She gave him my phone number when he refused to leave, and he had tried to call me multiple times, but I never answered. It was true, as much as I’d tried not to, I had fallen for him. Amanda hadn’t spoken to me since the day she attacked me in the kitchen; she left the next day to stay with her grandparents on the other side of town.
The full moon celebration was tonight and I debated whether I should go or not. I was rummaging through my closet when dad came in, “Freya, do you have a minute?”, he asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “Sure, dad, what is it?”
“Your mother said you were thinking of ditching the party tonight.”
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