You wake up the next morning sleep-deprived and late. 07:56 AM. Shit. You get up and quickly get ready, knowing you'll be late anyway. You rush downstairs to your mother, baking as usual. "Why didn't you wake me up, Mom? I'm late for school-"
"I called you out today." She smiled.
"What? Why?" You were confused.
"I didn't want to wake you up since you barely got sleep last night. I thought you could help me bake instead, to make you feel better." She says kindly as you recall what happened yesterday but it felt like a nightmare. You look at her but say nothing. "Remember when you used to help me out on weekends? You used to love baking, and getting supplies from the shops for me."
"I was 9, things were different, I got better hobbies-" Your brain was thinking of the wrong words.
"Better?" She looked offended, and her smile faded.
"I mean, yes I loved baking and still do but I have friends now." You look at her.
"Honey-" She tried to reason.
"Enough, what do you need from the shop? I'm not just going to do nothing all day." You sigh.
"Here..." She handed you a list of baking materials. You put shoes on and go to the door.
"Bye Mom, I'll be back soon" You open the door.
"Bye honey, be safe." She says as you leave, closing the door behind you. You walk out of the house and down the street, stuffing the list in your pocket. Some stray teenagers skipping school stared at you from across the street. You ignored them and kept walking. Once you made it to the shops you start to scan for what you need, double-checking the list in case. Good thing you got used to reading your mom's fancy cursive.
-Flour
-Butter
-A dozen eggs
-Sugar
-Cocoa
-Milk
-Vanilla extract
-Baking soda
Seems easy enough. You thought to yourself. After about half an hour, you manage to collect the final product and start heading back (yes, you paid). On your semi-long walk back to your house you think about Torin. You thought of texting him when you get to your room, and hope he doesn't ignore you.
After your 15-minute (give or take) walk, you make it home and lay the groceries on the table. Your mother walks in from the hallway and quickly helps you put everything away. Once that was done, you head to your room without speaking a word to your mother. You take out your phone (its case was decorated with stickers of things you like) and press Torin's contact. You hesitate on what to say but start typing.
'Hey Torin, I know you're not super happy with me right now but I wanted to check-in. Lmk if you're ready to talk.' Your finger hovers over the 'send' button until you finally click it.
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A Murder, One Missing, Two Left // Val Dashing
Mystery / ThrillerYour group of four friends lived casually until Aster was mysteriously murdered, right after you had seen her, Jamie went missing, never to be seen again, and only you and Torin remain, but are you really friends now? You secretly become a spy again...
