Chapter 3: Mi Who?
After Jace decided to be a capital Butt and not leave after we reached my house, I decided to torture him the way way I know how, a makeover! Don't get me wrong I hate makeovers but since he was here we are going to do this. I will endure the pain just to get the satisfaction of his face.
"So Jace you're getting a makeover!" I squealed.
"Oh my god really!" He mimics me.
"So first your nails. Which colour, pink or purple." Why is he going along with this?
"Purple doesn't go with my complexion."
"Pink it is!" I say. After doing his makeup pink and his nails hot pink, I am still waiting for him to crack.
"So what are we doing next bestie!" He said in a girly voice.
"We are going to watch The Last Song!" I mimic him.I like that movie, it's not my favourite, that's Inception.
"Oh my glob, don't you just love Miley!" I squeal. We watched the whole movie, and Jace almost fell asleep twice. I don't like her, just some of her songs.
"Mi who?" Jace is obviously bored.
"Miley! You know Miley Cyrus."
"Who! As in who cares!"
"We can watch the notebook!"
"Don't you care about my innocence?"
"Frankly no."
"Fine, you win!" You dame right I win.
"Because I'm awesome, we are going to watch my favourite movie." As soon as I put Inception in the DVD Player, Jace squealed like a little girl.
"You sure you don't want to watch a chick flick? Because I'm pretty sure your a girl." Jace frowned at my comment.
"Shut up." He responded.
After watching Inception Jace got restless. He looked like a child bouncing up and down in the couch. I'm so glad he didn't eat any of my skittles.
"Let's play a game!" Jace yelled to me even though I'm sitting right next to him.
"No!" I yelled back.
"Let's bake a cake!"
"No."
"Let's-"
"Get some duct tape for your mouth to shut you up." I finished for him. Jace winced at what I said. It's as if it brought back old memories. Wait...
"Sorry." I can't believe I brought that back up. We, I mean I, worked hard to keep that hidden.
"It's ok, I've already talked about it."
"To who? The police? You know we are not supposed to say anything!" I hiss.
"No! Just the guidance counselor! God, I thought you talk to her too." I can tell he's lying, we all have scheduled appointments, and none of us tell her anything. After the incident we all have to attend a mandatory group session once a month and the lucky day is tomorrow.
"You're lying."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Am not." I change my answer. This should trick him, only 2 year old fall for this so it should work perfectly.
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