Chapter Six: When It All Strikes Me

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Chapter Six: When It All Strikes Me

In this particular day, we have completed a month with Lucy's absence. FBI claims that these mystery girls' place cannot be found, because the lexicon of people are only suspects , and faceless while doing violations. Also the FBI assumes that they have a depository somewhere around the USA, but also they're no where to be found, according to Google Maps. I think they use warehouses for shops or stuff like that, and invaded a little part of it to keep for their own. Only a thought, I'll share it with the police later.

I'm ready to leave the house, when I've had my smoothie, and filled my stomach with cereal. But before I go, Mom dashes over to me, to tell me something.

"Hey doll, how is your day?", she gives me a brief hug. I smile tenderely, at her because she's back to her old, cheerful self wearing a black, pencil skirt, a white button down shirt, and over it a black blazer. She's also holding her suitcase that's full of papers, and her shiny, black heels refelects my face. They're going to work again!

"I'm great, and oh how you look good today", I playfully smirk at her.

"Oh Lacy! Anyways, just before you go to school, I'm really sorry, but you have to clear your scehdule for tonight, because we're having dinner at Mrs. Green today. She invited us over, to take a break and stuff, so see you there love".

"Do I have an ear disease, or did I just here MRS. GREEN. Mom you know I hate Charlotte, I'm not going there, plus I'm not CLEARING my schedule for her ugly face. I'm not seeing her, make some excuse, I don't know tell her I'm sick or something, because if that bitch is there, I'm not going", I snap.

Mom winces at me: "But love, Charlotte's not going to be there, she's visiting her grandmother".

"Oh God, I'm sorry mom but I just hate her so much. I'm really sorry, I swear it just all came out"

"It's okay, now quick head to school or you'll be late. Bye doll!", and she heads out the door to start the vehicle.

I walk to Lilly's house because there's about fifteen minutes left before school starts, and I thought we could sit together for a little while, since we both have History first thing in the morning. Whilst roaming to her house, I listen to "One Last Time by Ariana Grande". Scrolling through Charlotte's account on Instagram, I sense something weird. Claudia and Charlotte have the same posts about the facts of the body parts. When was that moron, intreseted in anything intelligent. She's probably just trying to show off.

When I reach her house, I see she's sipping coffee, situated at the couch, scribbling answers on the homework paper due today for History class. I chuckle at her face, and embrace her with a quick hug.

"Give me your paper now, there's five questions I'm clueless about", she orders in one breath.

"Ay Ay Captain", I hand her the paper. I see her jot down answers, and when she's finished, she tucks the paper neatly in her folder and then places the folder in her backpack. She thanks me, and goes back to sipping coffee waiting for me to say something. I share all my thoughts about Charlotte, Claudia, and the warehouse. Lilly suggests that we should go to the police and inform them, but then I tell her about the scenario Mom and I starred in, about Mrs. Green's invitation for dinner tonight.

"Ok, so she's not going to be there, then lie about something you forgot in her room last time you came, and sneak into her room, and look for anything that seems relative. Take pictures, and if anything helps, we'll figure something out", Lilly explains to me.

"Great! Now let's hurry to school before we go late", I pick my backpack, and head out the door.

Darn it! I wanted this class to last as long as it could. Well it did, but I wanted it to last longer. Not because I love History, it's because of the next class, that I despise that I would rather hear Miss Michelle moan and moan about 'The Cold War' for hours. Gym class, that's what I hate so much. Actually it's not the class I hate; its the teacher. Miss Chloe always hated me for some reason, although I take part in every sport club, bring high marks, and I'm the best girl at the push-ups.

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