Chapter Seven.

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Next day Isabella's POV.
I woke up to the smell of pancakes. I looked at what time it was it was 9:23am I remembered I had no school. I grabbed my sweater and threw on my socks. I walked down stairs and saw my mom.
"Shouldn't you be at work mom?"
"I have an appointment later and I had to take the day of.  You hungry?" she smiled.
"um yes" i laughed
I got some syrup for the pancakes and we turned on the tv. I got a message from Jacob.

Jacob:
hey did you hear what happened?😱

Me: no what?😱😱

Jacob: Olivia got seriously hurt😱

I smirked and thought in my head
"it worked." I was so happy.

I got that voodoo doll when I was five I found it in my tree house. I thought it was a normal doll until. One day when Lukas got me mad and I accidentally hit it and I thought of Lukas at the same time. Then Lukas started crying out of nowhere. When I got older I realized it wasn't a normal doll. I hid it in my chest box and haven't used it since. Well I used it yesterday on Olivia. I didn't want her to take Jacob away from me. I remembered using it on myself ones. I got snapped out of my thoughts
"Isabella?"

"Yeah mom?" I responded.

"You're going with me to my appointment go get dressed " she said.

"alright mom" I smiled.

I ran upstairs and got dressed. I wore my black leggings and threw on my grey uggs. and for top I threw on a white hoodie and I threw my hair in a ponytail. I walked out my room and felt a sting on my finger, I looked at my finger and It was dripping blood. "What the hell" I whispered. I went to my room and I got a bandage I got my chest box. The doll was still there. I was so confused.

"Isabella honey come on let's go". I heard my mom from yell from downstairs.
I ran downstairs and I saw her waiting at the door.  I walked out and got on the car.  I looked out the window and thought about Jacob.  I'm going to accept being his girlfriend and nobody was going to get in my way.

NARRATOR: you sure about that Isabella?  Seems to me, your not the only one that has a voodoo doll.

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