The Case of the Missing Little Sister

Chapter Seventeen

"So, any comments?" Bookie asks all of a sudden, I look at her in uncertainty.

"What?" I ask, sounding a little baffled. Enough to make Bookie groan, though.

"Don't tell me you didn't listen to the plan..." she says, acting depressed.

"Well, in fact, yes, I didn't." I say, smiling a bit. Waiting for Bookie to react. What will she do next? Watching Bookie, is quite fascinating. Believe me. You don't know whether she'll back out, snap at you, or laugh. She's just unpredictable. If you don't know her, you'll think, with her cold attitude, she is a serial killer at night. Well, that's what rumors told me. But, when some annoying freaks, back in middle school, were mocking me, she came to my rescue. Literally.

She abused them. Quite bad. But, at least, saved me.

"God, what is she doing with her life?" I snap back to reality as I see Bookie putting her hands towards heaven. Mocking me.

"Hardy har har," I say stirring. I look at her, emotionless. Why does she always look so emotionless?

Suddenly, I hear a clattering sound. Wait, what?

"Did you hear that?" Bookie asks, a frown forming on her face.

"Obviously, yes." I say, smartly, but quietly, as if waiting for something to jump-scare me.

"My parents are out for business. What the heck is cooking down there?" Bookie asks, walking to her bed, and removing a pepper spray can, which was concealed by a useless rucksack. "Let's go stealth mode." she says with an evil grin.

I must confess, sometimes she creeps me out to. If she hears anything sudden, she goes on alert mode. As if she's a dog on duty, who just napped.

I follow Bookie, as she acts 'too much.' I mean it. By stealth, I didn't think, it meant crouching on the floor and going. I shook my head and followed her. By walking. Bookie flipped the switch of the kitchen, putting it in utter darkness. I couldn't see a thing.

I felt something move behind me.

Without a second to waste, I swung my hand into whoever's face it was. "OUCH! Crap!" I heard the awfully familiar voice of Bookie.

I punched her by a mere accident. I quickly rushed to flip the switch on, and told her, "Not a good idea, huh?"

She grunts. "Whoever is here, is gonna be dead." she says angrily.

"No one is here," I say, twirling around in a circle. "If anyone was, they would have reacted at least. Or do you want to burn the whole house down to see if anyone was in it?" I say, reasonably.

"God, you can be a lawyer when you can grow up, man..." She replies, in a defeated tone. I grin. "Thanks."

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Its noon. An hour earlier than I promised. But, who cares? I carelessly walk to Ethan's room. In the mood of disturbing him. I slowly edge the door open. To see Ethan steadily starting at me.

"E-Emily," he says sounding relieved and bored at the same time. He is the only one able to do that. His room on the other hand, was completely organised. But, he had some tickets on the table. I ran my fingers over it, absentmindedly and faced him.

"If you want to go back to wherever you came from, you can go." I say, feeling guilty all of a sudden. His family must be wondering, where he has been all this while.

"No problem, Emily. I've talked to them. They told me to come back after a week or two. That'll be enough for us to sort this out, right?" He says, suddenly acting quite serious and not his usual self. I nod. I truthfully, have no idea. I'm planning on what to do. What will I do? There are too many people, involved in this as it is. What happened if Olivia or Tess was actually... Kidnapped? It could be. But I will not know until I see her. Myself. With my own eyes and not from a screen or someone's perspective.

"What happened there?" Ethan asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what's the plan?"

"Oh. We have to go for this party," I say the last word bitterly and Ethan immediately gets it. "We'll go undercover." I say.

"Let me guess- Bookie planned this right?" He asks, and I grin. "Of course." I say.

"You should go out of the house a bit more, Ethan... Anyways, go wherever you want but come back at six." I suggest.

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Its six and I'm already dressed. The bell suddenly sounds. "Getting it Emily." Ethan calls out. Who can it be? Right now? My parents are out to the gym.

"Hello!" A loud voice fills the house and I immediately who that is. Bookie, of course.

She barges into my room, panting. With a rucksack in her hand. "Come on, undercover extras." She says reassuringly. Whatever.

"Can I see them?" Ethan stands at the door way.

"Girls only, jerk." Bookie says smirking and she shoves him, slamming the door in the process. She puts her hand in the bag, removing a wig. Really?

"You just keep these things lying around in your house?" I ask, doubtfully.

"Nah, genius." She says as she adjusts the wig, and I put my hair in a bun. She places it on my head. This long hair with purple strikes in the end are perfect. Just perfect. I actually like it. With my dress it's awesome.

She opens the door. "Going to make Ethan a girl..." She winks at me and I burst out laughing.

I hear several screams and footsteps and Ethan runs into my room, almost about to cry. I try to control my laughter.

"Help! Bookie has gone psychotic." He says panicking. "Hide in the closet." I say dead seriously. Bookie comes into my room and I wink. She nods.

"Where is he?" She asks, loudly.

"Gods knows where. Laundry room?" I lie.

"Thanks." She says and runs down the stairs and comes back up silently. I point at the closet she slowly opens it, hiding. And then jumps in.

"No!" Ethan screeches. I hold the closet entrance, tightly. "Emily, I hate you!" He screams. I just laugh. "Stay here, Ethan!" I hear Bookie say annoyingly.

I patiently wait for a while and then Bookie comes out of the closet. And an Ethan dressed in a skirt comes out.

"Presenting, Maya." Bookie says with jazz hands.

Ethan, or Maya, had a blonde wig on. He looked adorable. Just a little weird, at first. He looked as if he's gonna cry.

"Oh, please, Maya, don't cry." I cooed and he muttered something incoherent. I raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, cats, before you begin fighting, I'm gonna explain the beautiful plan." Bookie added proudly. "Well, to begin with, Maya you have to stick with us. We're a crew, girl. Say your name is... Uh... Maya Hollister? Then, just avoid talking to anybody and creep any boy away. We have to look for Tess. And her only." She says.

"Commando, you got it right?" She asks, referring to me. I nod. "Of course." I say smoothly. "Please control yourself, Ethan." I added with a curt smile. He snorted. We three, sorry, the crew, went down and like usual, my Dad spoke up.

"Young lady, where are you going, so jazzed up? And hi, Billie. Who is this new girl with you?" My Dad interrogated us. I put on my fake innocent smile and acted like a total weirdo.

"My friend's throwing a party. And this is, uh..." I expectantly waited for Ethan to say his name, but he was dreaming off. I nudged him and he quickly said, "Maya Hollister." And let you know, it was an awfully bad voice for a girl. Sounded like a chimpanzee having a goddamn cold.

"Oh, okay, have fun!" My father said and walked away to sneak up snacks from the refrigerator.

I quickly walked out of the house, with Maya and Bookie following me. "My car, Emily. Tess won't recognise mine." She says, using her brain and I nod. I have to be smart and I have to get Tess. Today. Keep a link on her. Or something.

We quickly sat in the car and Bookie hurriedly hit the road. Ethan was busy looking out of the window, cursing us under his breath while I was trying hard not to laugh.

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