The Night

Chapter 47: Facetime

Marshall's POV
"Hey, mom, dad," I greeted.

"Hey, honey," my mom smiled. "How was school?"

"Good," I lied. I mean, school wasn't all bad, just the whole office situation.

"Hey, kiddo," my dad said as he messed my hair up. "Everything good?"

"Yep," I nodded. "But, uh, I have homework."

"Alright, go and get started." I nodded as I ran up the stairs and into my room. I left my bookbag on my beanbag and took my notebook that I leave under my pillow. I pulled it out and opened it to the first blank page I had. Writing letters is a great solution to several problems. I'm not kidding, try it. It stops me from yelling at people or making stupid moves. It's also great 'cuz I don't keep my feelings inside. A great way to let go and not having anything bottled up, yet everything to myself.

Wait a sec. Where's my letter to Everest. I skimmed through the pages in my notebook and didn't see any sign of it. I picked up my pillows and moved my blanket. I don't see it. Where could it have gone? I put my notebook back under my pillow and hopped off my bed.

"Mom! Dad!" I called.

"Marshall?" Mom asked. "What is it?"

"I had a notebook with important information," I began to explain. "One of the pages were ripped out and now it's gone. Have either of you seen it anywhere?"

"No," Dad shook his head.

"Me neither," Mom shrugged.

"Alright, alright, who else would know?" I nervously asked.

"Your friends were over a few days ago," my mom pointed out.

"Hunter," I said with anger developing in me. He has crossed the line. I ran back up the stairs and grabbed my phone when I walked into my room. I went to our group chat named "The Guys". Of course, Hunter thought of it. I was about to send a text until I decided it was better not to. If anything, I need to see their faces. But I can't see them all now, Hunter's sister has ballet practice, and I don't know what the other guys have planned. I clicked "facetime".

"Hey," Max greeted as he placed his phone on his desk.

"Am I- oh never mind," Chase said. "Hey, guys."

"It's been years," Jackson said right after he joined. "What goes on?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Hunter said to someone he was with. "Heyo."

"Don't "heyo" me," I hissed.

"Are you alright, Marshall?" Chase asked.

"Am I alright?" I echoed. "No, I'm not alright. I have to ask you all a question."

"If this is about your chimichanga, Tracker ate it," Jackson blamed.

"No, this isn't about my- wait what?" I asked. "I knew it!"

"Sorry I'm late," Tracker said. "I'm just getting used to new changes."

"Uh oh," Hunter laughed.

"What?" Tracker asked. "Did I do something?"

"You ate Marshall's chimichanga," Jackson laughed.

"Oh, sorry," Tracker apologized. "I didn't know it was yours until after I ate it. I'll buy you a new one."

"This isn't about the chimichanga!" I yelled.

"Marshall, what's going on?" Max asked.

"I'll tell you what's going on," I began. "Someone, not sure who, but I have an idea. Someone decided it was cool to take my personal stuff."