7/29/2016.

I haven't seen Camilla since last week.

      Isaac hurried down the side walk. It'd stormed the former night, but he ignored the puddles and tried not to slip as he headed for the big sky-blue house.

He cut through the soaked yard, not caring that the bottom of his jeans got wet. It was uncomfortable, but making sure Camilla was alright was more important.

Isaac knocked on the wooden door, brushing the dark brown hair out of his eyes. Camilla's older sister, Chloe, answered the door.

      "Camilla's in her room." Chloe knew why he was here. Isaac ignored the date above her head, and ran up the stairs, not bothering to take his shoes off. He was on a time limit.

"Camilla!" Isaac's voice seemed to echo in the empty hallway, leaving dirty footprints on the milky-white carpet. A dark brown door creaked open, and Camilla's hazel eyes looked straight at him.

"Come in."

      Camilla sat down on her pink-sheeted bed, playing with a strand of her golden hair. Isaac, however, stood in the center of her white shag carpet and stared at her with distressed eyes.

      "I'm here to talk about your death date."

      Camilla tensed up, tears starting to form at the corner of her eye. Isaac stepped forward and hugged her. He tried his best to ignore the date above her head.

      7/30/2016.