Never Trust a Truman

Chapter 8

The very next morning at 7:00 a.m., Rachelle's alarm clock went off. Like any other regular teenager, she totally ignored it and fell back to sleep. About thirty minutes later, Lyndsay showed up at Rachelle's bedroom door. She banged and banged on the door to get her up, knocking louder eachtime she did.

    "Go away!" screamed Rachelle as she picked up a pillow and threw it at the door, whacking Lyndsay as she walked in.

    "Really?" mumbled Lyndsay to herself in the head. She snatched the pillow up from the carpet and walked over to the bed, carrying the pillow under her arm. She took the pillow from under her arm and kept hitting Rachelle in the head, pounding out her name as a a way to get her up. Every time she would hit her, all Rachelle would do is grunt and hiss as a response. Soon, Lyndsay got another idea that should get Rachell out of bed. She climbed up on the bed, standing flat footed, and began screaming, "Get up say yay 'cause it's a partay. Get up say yay 'cause it's a partay" as she was rolling around her fists.

    Luckily that actually did result in Rachelle getting up out of bed. Unfortuantely when she rosed up as fast as she could, she jammed Lyndsay down onto the floor. She was up at an atom, searching for an actual party taking place.

    "Party? Where? Where?" freaking out Rachelle, looking all over for a make-believe. Lyndsay pulled herself back onto her feet and began to calm Rachelle down, long enough to keep her from going all out. "Where's the party at?" hesitating Rachelle while shaking Lyndsay on the shoulders. Lyndsay grabbed ahold of Rachelle's wrists from her body and laughing she said, "Um, funny story actually. There is no party. I totally played you." Rachelle felt broken and surprised at the same time.

    "Oh okay then...Well, I'm going back to bed," she quickly decided as she let go of Lyndsay and began to walk towards the sheets.

    "I don't think so missy," muttered Lyndsay. She quickly clutched Rachelle's arm, who had one knee on the covers, and flung her back away from the bed. Sadly, she was only strong enough to pull her away from the headboard, but that was good enough for her. Rachelle was already wide awake, so all she did was just sat on the edge of the bed with Lyndsay next to her.

    "Why did you wake me up like that?" she squealed, whining.

    "Because it's fifteen minutes until the morning bell rings and we were running a little late," answered Lyndsay getting all smart. "Why else would I?"

    "Wait a minute, only fifteen minutes!..." cried Rachelle. She turned around to her night stand to look at her phone: it read 7:45 a.m. She couldn't believe she overslept, but luckily she has Lyndsay as her best friend to keep her motivated. "Holy crap!" she thought to herself. She, as quickly as she could, jumped up from the bed and began to get ready for school.

    "So, what did you do when you went to your Uncle Leo's last night?" wondered Lyndsay.

    "All I did was just told him not to mess with me and my friends AND told him to just back off and let us do our job," Rachelle responded while she sat back down on the edge of the mattress, putting her silver hoop earrings in.

    "Well, what's the plan for today?"

    "We still have to question Aunt Bonnie, but we're not going to get to that part until after school."

    "Okay, who's taking on this one?" asked Lyndsay, putting one leg over the opposite knee.

    "Oh, we're all going to be a part of this one," pointed out Rachelle. Lyndsay quickly thought that that would be a much better deal. Once her jewerly was all on and messed with, Rachelle grabbed her hairbrush and began to comb out her "rat's nest" until something just popped up into her thoughts. "You know, I just don't quite get any of this," she admitted, giving Lyndsay a stiff yet confused look on her face.