Buried Secrets

Chapter 4: Krispy Kreme

Ashlie's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of myself quietly screaming. I had torn up my bed completely and I was all sweaty, gross. What a dream.

Why would I dream that? There's two reasons why that would never happen, one: I wouldn't tell my mom.

two: She wouldn't do that to me.

I looked at my clock, 2:08 am. Whoa, I've only been asleep for an hour. That dream seemed like 3 hours.

Allison's P.O.V

"Allison get up! I'm not going to ask you again!" my mom said.

I really do have a problem with not being able to get out of bed. I stepped out of bed, my furry monkey slippers being my first sight. Again, I started my normal getting ready routine, starting off with having the hardest time getting out of bed. The next thing I did was get my phone to check it. 2 missed calls, 1 text, and 1 voicemail. The text read:

"Hey, I know you're asleep. I just had to craziest dream. I will have to tell you about it." from Ashlie.

2 missed calls. One from my sister, one from blocked. I hate prank callers so much. I usually go along with it when I actually do get to answer it. It's funny, it ruins their whole plan to go along with it, but ignoring it just isn't any fun.

I went downstairs to get some breakfast.

"Hey, dad." I said approaching the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie." he said back.

I gave him a smile and continued towards the refrigerator. My dad walked out of the kitchen just for me to call him back in.

"Where'd you get that bagel from?" I asked.

"Second shelf." he answered.

"There's no bagels in here!" I shouted.

"Oh yeah, this was the last one." he said with a smirk.

"Ughhh! There's nothing ever to eat!" I complained.

"Get your shoes and get some money. I'll drive you to Krispy Kreme."

"Okay!" I said happily.

The drive to Krispy Kreme seemed long even though its only 5 minutes. It seemed like 30 minutes with my dad blaring 80's music the whole time.

"DAD, TURN IT OFF!" I yelled.

"No thanks." he said repeating what I usually say.

I hate all 80's music with a passion. My mom and dad both like to blare it through their speakers, everywhere.

"Hi, welcome to Krispy Kreme!" the girl standing at the register said. In a way, she sort of looked like my sister, Medium brown hair, about the same length as mine, brown eyes, and petite.

"Hi, I would like, two glazed donuts, and two chocolate covered ones. I said.

"Okay! Would that be all for you?" She said.

"Yes, thank you." I said very politely.

As she was getting my order, another worker, with auburn hair and about 5'7, the same height as me, took her spot at the cash register. Another woman walked in with short blonde hair and very small, probably about 5'4, she looked like she was in her 30's.

"Hi I should have an order ready for Vasquez." the woman said to the worker at the register.

I turned my head and quickly took another glance at her. She looked like Hannah. I started walking towards her.

"Hi." I said very girly sounding.

"Hello." She said back to me.

"Ma'am here's your order. Your total is 5.64."

I walked back over to the counter and paid. When I was on my way out, she stopped me.

"Do you know Hannah?" she asked.

"Erm, no. Well, yes, but not really." I answered shyly.

"Here." she said pulling a notepad out of her purse. "Give me a call and we can talk sometime." she said handing me a little piece of paper.

I shoved the paper in my pocket.

"O-okay." I said.

I continued out the door and back into the car.

"What'd you get?" my dad asked.

"I don't know." I said spacing off.