Confessions

Chapter Four: Young Again

Chapter Four: Young Again

It's been a week, and Lucy's still absent. She's nowhere to be found. I miss her old, merry, vexing self. We hunt and search, but we have no luck. We used the assistance of 'Wanted' posters, television advertisements, Lilly, and some of my fellow school mates.

Mom and Dad stopped working this entire week; instead they would roam around the city to look for her. I come from school everyday worn out, and have no power to do anything. I ceased doing homework, and didn't study for tests, I did something more strenuous, each day I would stroll ten blocks, looking, and asking about Lucy.

But today, Lilly invited me to come over her house, to just fail to remember what happened and unwind a little, because we needed that.

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After literally, a thousand and seventy six years later, I have decided on a well-brought-up outfit. She said that she has a surprise, and we might go out. The outfit consists of a white, peasant style crop top, paired with a peach, lace, baggy pants. Over it, I wore a hat for two reasons: (a) to protect myself from the heat, (b) as an accessory.

In about five minutes, I was out the door before I noticed Lucy's white Keds piled precisely in the shoe rack. I wiped a tear quickly, because I sure worked hard on that eyeliner today.

I walked out the door while checking my phone, when I came across one of the C's Twitter account. Her name was Charlotte. Isn't that one, sugary coincidence? I mean all the Charlottes' out there share the gene of being mean?

I scrolled through her tweets, and it's like she's leaving indications here and there, and I'm supposed to be the cat following the cheese crumbles to find my fellow mate, the mouse. She's unquestionably doing this on principle, just to perplex us all. I blocked her account and concentrated on the day with Lilly.

Once I reached Lilly's house I made myself at ease on the couch of her room, laughing at her face while she's trying to put her mascara on. I left her room, and began to travel around her house because I've never been there before. It was very vintage and floral and I had nothing against that, because I am a huge fan. The living room had antique white wood chairs, a flat TV screen, some fake flowers placed on the glass coffee table and books and magazines on a shelf. It was very efficient, but it fails to spot something. Life. It seemed as if just Lilly lived in it. Plus there's only her bedroom, a guest room, and two rooms that are vacant. Where are her parents? Is she the only child?

When we left the house, she locked the door and put it in her handbag, as she pulled her car out of the driveway. She played the radio, and "Dear Future Husband" by Meghan Trainer blasted from the speakers.

"Hey, Lilly... Where you're parents?" I asked her in a low voice, I think she barely heard. Lilly kept singing the lyrics and tapped at the steering wheel to the beat.

I was right. So, I asked her with a little higher voice, but can you please sprinkle some stuttering between the words? Thank you.

She gave me a light smile; "Not home", and went back to humming the rest of the song.

Of course, they weren't home, but I shrugged it off. Maybe, she didn't want to converse about, and I didn't want to push it, and mess up the whole night.

The fair! I mean, can a person forget what fun is? From all the Lucy trivia I feel like I have neglected the definition of fun. All the fun work I'm doing is weeping, while drifting around the city in search of Lucy.

And, oh how I loved going to the fair. I would never let pass it for dear life, and there she was Lilly, smiling at me as if she knew it all along.