Confessions

Chapter Three: Kidnapped

Chapter Three: Kidnapped

Why did Mom have to choose Charlotte of all people, to drop Lucy at? Couldn't she dropped her at the Waltsons' house or Mrs. Jane?
Mom knows pretty well the passionate hatred between Miss Despiteful Charlotte (that thinks she rules this whole universe) and me. Can't she remember the time when she accidentally threw an apple pie right at my face in the last family reunion? Or the time when she accidentally tore my first emerald green gown? Or even worse, when she accidentally pushed me into a big trash bag, and I had to take five hours of scrubbing my body to get the fishy smell off of my body? Don't these very friendly examples explain just enough of the pure hate that we both share? I despise that girl more than the flesh in my body! Yes, that much.

I enjoyed the last minute of Lilly and I's maybe not first encounter. The thought of Lilly being my youth best friend still travels, and visits every corner of my brain over and over again. Wait, do brains have corners? I know that I'm a nerd and all, but I don't know everything. Sure, I know some facts and all, but to be truthful I never really was interested in the works of the human body.

Anyways, I enjoyed the last delicious bites of my tacos. I closed my eyes as I slowly opened my mouth to take a huge bite, for dramatic effect as Lilly litteraly spat her food at me. She laughed so loud, we were getting strange stares from everyone in the large food hall that once was filled with the chit chats and the clattering of spoons and plates.

Lilly kept on laughing as I bravely stood up and danced a little five-year-old-snobby girl ballet dance and then batted my lashes at the crowd and said in a sweet voice: "Please excuse my noisy friend over there" and pointed at Lilly. The crowd oohed and aaahed at my sudden cuteness and then somone clapped making everyone make the same action. I curtsied and went back to our table laughing. That was the bravest thing I have ever done in the whole sixteen years of my life.

"I wish I was a good witch and transformed your hair into a little bun, and have you wear a pink leotard and a lighter shade of pink tutu. You would have looked so adorable!", Lilly gushed.
I smirked at her: "What? Ain't I cute enough?", I say in a Jamaican accent.
"We have to do an impression video and make a Youtube channel for the both of us!", she put an emphasis on "have" and "make".
"OMG! Perfect idea!", I squeal. Then she squeals happily. Then we both squeal in unison. Then we get the weird stares again. We are making fools of ourselves and we barely care.

Unfortunately, the time has come that Lilly and I have to part ways. She was one block away from our house! Yay! We could come over in five minutes, but now I'm walking three more blocks because of Miss Lucy.

I rang the bell three times, and no one would open it for me, although I could hear Char whispering: "Let her suffer!"
As revenge, I knew that Char hates to babysit Lucy, so what I did is say: "Ok Char! I have had enough, if you're planning not to open the door, then let Lucy stay overnight", and I walked away a little bit to let her think I'm talking seriously.
"No!", Char yelled. "Come to take your little sister now! I demand you to do so".
I laughed and smirked at her: "Now Peasant Char?"
"Yes, now! Plus if you have manners- do you even know what that is?, I bet you don't, but anyway if you have manners you don't just call people peasants Lacy", she lectured me.
"Oh, really? Then if you had manners you don't throw apple pies' right at peoples' faces, and you don't push others into a trash bag, or is that what you have learned to do so?"
She shut her little mouth and narrowed her eyes at me, because she knew what a smart response that was.
"War has begun!", she roared.
"Ugh, no! I'll get your filthy germs and manners all over my body. What a disgrace!", I said copying the noble Britsh accent.
"Are you calling me a dis-", Char was interrupted by the one and only sibling... Lucy.
"Charlotte Edwardia Richardson Green, do people like pay you for fighting with every single person you see? Litteraly I have had enough of your nonsense. Stop it, really stop! Even I (points finger at her chest) act better than you (points finger at Char) do. Now, I want you to bow down on your knees to the wise girl over here. I demand you to do so", Lucy says mocking Char when she said the "I demand you to do so" part.
I applauded for my wise sister: "I have raised you well, Lucy", and I pretend to wipe a tear with a fake handkerchief.
"Why thank you sister", she replies in a scary good noble way.
"What is it? A show or something? I have to admit that you two are nuts", Char says pointing her long, scrawny nails at us.
"You! Didn't I tell you to bow down to me? Do you have any hearing problems?, because if you do, I advise you to go see a doctor", Lucy shakes her head in disappointment.
"What the hell!", Char curses, but bows down alright.

After the small so-called show we had at ungrateful Char's house, we walked back home laughing. Lucy and I would make fun of how Char looked at us. It was a great night altogether. The night with Lilly, and the show with Lucy.

Later, Lucy was tucked in her bed, safe, and sound. Since, tommorow was a Saturday, I decided to stay late a bit. I made me some hot chocolate, added whipped cream, and sprinkled chocolate flakes on top. It was both Instagram and Tumblr worthy. To make it more cute, I opened my MacBook Pro to watch the latest episode of Pretty Little Liars and then held the mug, and then took a pic. I posted it on Snapchat story, Instagram, and Tumblr. After posting the cute picture, I took short sips, and watched the episode.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeep! Beeeeeeeep!
Today I woke up with a smile. The merry memmories of yesterday are still fresh in my mind, will always be.
I skipped happily to the bathroom, refreshed my face by washing it with a daily refreshner, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, and then picked a panda oensie and wore it.
I made myself some pancakes and took Lucy's princess plates to put for her too, because Mom and Dad chose to spend the day going out. They deserve a break from all the work.
"Lucy! Come down, I made some chocolate chip pancakes, your favorite", I called her.
Once, twice, three times I called for her, but she won't answer me. It must be one of those days where she is too upset to even eat, which for me is abnormal. Anyways I munched my small pieces of heaven (which are the pancakes) while flipping through the T.V channels. Surprise! Surprise! I ended up watching Netflix.

An hour later, I realized that Lucy still hasn't come down to eat breakfast. I briefly washed my dish and paused the movie and ran to the stairs. I barged into her room to see- no one! I checked the toilet to find a message written with a blood red lipstick on the mirror saying; "Love... The C's".
What? My sister gets kidnapped then I get a message sending me love? I pace around the room and snatch my phone and begin to dial Mom's phone number. It rings, and rings then goes to voicemail. I curse under my breath then search my contacts for Dad and then call him. I wait and wait then it goes to voicemail again. What is it? National Keep- Your-Phone- On- Voicemail Day?

I have one more choice. Nine one one. Call.
"Hi! Excuse me, umm.. My sister, she's not around, I think she is kidnapped and I get a message saying its from a person called 'The C's'", I exclaim before they even begin their usual introduction.
"Where are your parents Miss?", the officer asks.
"My parents went out for a break from work", I replied pacing.
"Yes Miss. Please give us your address, and we are coming now", he said. I give him our address quickly.
"Thank you", I say as I wipe a tear. How can she be gone? Where is she? It may sound stupid that I talked crap about her a few days ago, and now I'm begging for her to come. If you don't realize, she's my sister from the same mother and father. We share blood. We love each other. Truly. Behind all those arguments and fights, we do love each other with passion.

The police car comes, minutes later. They see the message, try to scan finger prints, but 'The C's' (whoever they are) rubbed their fingers with pineapple before they write the message. Smarty Pants.
Mom and Dad finally come, but they dont look like how they always did. Mom's eyes are bloodshot red, Dad crying and comforting her too. They look terrible. So do I.

When everyone's settled a bit, one officer begins to explain the situation: "I am very sorry about your daughter. I hope we find her quick, but now you need to understand that The C's are a secret girl gang consisting of four girls, Clara, Claudia, Chloe, and Charlotte. They are a group of girls that want to become scientists and rule the world. They kidnap kids to study body parts. They do that because they want to invent a liquid that will hypnotize people, and change their minds to make them rule the world".
I laugh sarcastically, "Welcome to the twenty first century where there is internet, and no one rules the world. We are divided into countries, where presidents rule a piece of land. Please hand them this information officer".
"I am very sorry Miss Lacy", the officer lows down his head in sympathy.
"I don't need you to apologize! Now get out of here, and start looking for her. The country pays you to do that", I stand up and grab the Officer's shirt and twist it a little.
"Calm down Lacy", dad pulls me away from him. Calm down Lacy. Calm down.
"I a- am -v -v very sorry Officer, I- I was- j- just angry - a b- bit", I stutter.
"I understand, I do, but now we have to go. If anything happens do not hesitate", and off they went.

Joey King's old self for Lucy.