Alexandra POV, present time_
I hid my face in the book "A Wrinkle In Time" meanwhile classical music played on the TV across from the couch.

This may sound quite nerdy, but I very much love Science Fiction books. They make me believe in the future and make me wonder what it will be like one day. Will we send people to mars? Will cars fly?

Who knows.

Suddenly the front door opened, and I held my breath hoping it was not Spencer. "Alexandra?" The deep, loud voice shouted. Immediately I stood up. "Dad!" He always paid me twice as much (more than Spencer's) allowance on Sundays.

"Hey, could you go rake the leaves by the Maple tree please?" There was a short moment of silence, but I soon had an idea. "Sure, Dad." "Really? You're not going to ask the price I'll pay you?"

"Yep." I sighed. Running quickly back to the shed, I unlocked the latch and quickly picked up Michelle.

I looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and stuffed her into the front pocket of my backpack.

"Alex" A very close high-pitched voice went. "Who is it?" Waiting for a reply, there was no answer. Closing the bag, there it went again. "Spencer loves Alexandra"The voice was now muffled.

"Spencer, are you babysitting Nolan again?"

Nolan is a little 6 year old boy who lived in a small green house half a block away. Looking around, nobody was there. That's creepy, I thought.

Walking to the Maple tree with my backpack on, I first grabbed a rake and started raking the dozens of leaves._________________________________________________________________
(Next day)
On the bus, everybody always hated me because I never wanted to talk to them. Especially Spencer and her friends.

"... so, then, I asked Alex, "What are you doing?" And she looked at me like she hadn't ever heard my voice before." Now her friends were laughing like it was actually funny.

"St-" My throat hurt from trying to keep in so many words from her. After stopping mid-sentence, I squeezed into the corner of the bus seat and took Michelle out of my backpack. "What would you do if you got bullied?" Knowing she wouldn't answer, I began putting her away again.
Then in a squeaky voice barely hearable, I heard, "Give me back to Spencer. She forgave you long ago."

A cold shutter ran down my spine. Was that someone little or my imagination? Spencer moved a few seats toward me when I wasn't looking.

Tracing my finger over the M on the doll out of boredom and giving effort to eavesdropping those near me, I noticed it was pure silence besides the sound of the bus engine.