Buried Secrets

Chapter 6: I had to

I tiptoed quietly in the hallway careful not to wake anyone up. I opened the door to my sisters room and peeked in through where I had barely opened it. I opened it the rest of the way, cringing at the creaking of it opening.

"Emily." I said.

She rolled over looking straight at me.

"What do you want? Go back to bed!" she snarled.

"I-I saw her. In my room." I said still scared thinking about it.

"Saw who?" she asked still half asleep.

"Hannah Vasquez." I answered.

"She's alive?" she said.

"Well, no, not exactly." I said.

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

"I mean, she-" I took a deep breath. "She's dead." I admitted.

"How do you know that, Allison?" she worried.

I started from the beginning and explained everything.

"So, you still haven't told me what do you mean you saw her?" Emily said.

I began telling her the event that just happened in my room.

"Someone pushed her?!" she gasped.

"According to Hannah, yes." I said.

"But, it wasn't you or Ashlie, right?" she concerned.

"no no! I had told Ashlie that I thought maybe someone pushed her but how was I to know for sure?" I asked.

"So you're just going to trust some 'ghost' of Hannah? You just woke up. Maybe you were imaging it." she implied.

"Emily! No, I was not imagining it. It was for sure there. I'm not crazy. I didn't imagine someone calling my name and then Hannah appearing to tell me she didn't fall." I said.

I went back into my room. I was unable to sleep. I just saw Hannah in my room and I just told my sister about the club, and what happened to Hannah. I told her how we buried her and didn't tell the police. What we did is basically assistance in murder.

Ashlie's P.O.V

"It's Thursday Ashlie. The week is almost over and it will be the weekend. One weekend closer to school ending." you told yourself.

I walked down the hall and to my locker. I shoved my books into it and dug around for a pencil.

"Hey." I heard a deep voice say.

I turned to my left to see the one and only Lukas Passero. The second hottest guy in the whole school.

"Hi." I calmly said back.

"I know this is um, a little weird, but do you wanna go out with me tomorrow? Maybe to the drive in movie?"

"Yeah sure. That would be ok." I said

"Here's my number. Text me tonight so I can tell you more." he said smiling, and handing me a little tore piece of paper.

"Yeah, alright." I said shyly.

I looked all around making sure he was gone.

"YESSSSSSSS!" I screaming with my head in the locker.

Courtney Haven, the snobbiest girl ever, who's locker was only 2 down from mine, looked at me. She started towards me then stopped.

"I wouldn't get too excited." she whispered then kept on her way.

Courtney wasn't your typical popular, snobby girl. Usually she's the head cheerleader, dates the football team's quarterback. But seriously, lets get into reality that it isn't always like that. Most of the time, not.

Courtney was into music. I know, not typical, but she was an amazing violinist. She always just had a way with words through her violin I guess you could say. She has long dark brown hair with the cutest dimples ever, green eyes, and she's very petite.

She's dating the basketball geek, Keaton. Keaton is tall, with a little bit curly, brown hair. I don't know what color eyes because I haven't really ever paid attention.

Allison's P.O.V

I have been avoiding Ashlie all day. It's odd, and I'm surprised she hasn't noticed, but even thought she doesn't know I told my sister, I just don't want to talk to her.

"Hey! I haven't seen you all day!" I hear a voice call from next to me.

Great. Just wonderful.

"Hey! Sorry, I haven't really talked to anyone today, I'm really tired. Ready to go home." I lied.

"Oh, it's okay. I've had a lot on my mind today." she said getting anxious.

"Like?" I started her off.

"LIKE LUKAS PASSERO ASKING ME ON A DATE." she practically yelled in my face.

"No way." I gasped.

"Yes way!" she said still yelling a bit.

We did a little sort of happy dance in the middle of the hall.

"Well, after all this happy I'd hate to break it." I said nervously.

"Wait, what? Hold on, lets go. Do you want to come to my house?"

"Oh yeah, erm, sure." I said.

We walked down the long hallway, past the cafeteria, and the principal's office and outside to Ashlie's Navy Blue, 2001 mustang.

Ashlie got in first then opened my door from the inside because it had some sort of defect causing you to not be able to open it from the outside.

Ashlie lives about 10 minutes out of town in mid-country. There is still many houses around but also lots of cornfields. Since it was a 10 minute drive back to her house, we put on some music. First song up, Party in the U.S.A by Miley Cyrus. Both of us were dancing and singing as loudly as we possibly could. What would make this even better is if our windows were down, but since it's the middle of winter, I don't think that's happening.

Next song was Jamie All Over by MayDay Parade. We both absolutely loved this song. I stopped dancing for a whole long enough to watch Ashlie swinging her head and shoulders back and forth to the beat and thought "How am I going to tell her? We're having such a good time now and she's going to be so mad at me."

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"And that's how you tie a cherry stem with your tongue!" Ashlie said sticking her tongue out showing off the tied cherry stem.

"Oh, be quiet. I bet you can't do this! Watch and learn." I said standing up from her bedroom floor. I stretched out my arms then sat back down with my legs crossed like I just had been.

"I'm watching but not learning." Ashlie complained.

I uncrossed my legs, took my leg behind my head to stretch it and put it back down, then stood up and pulled my other leg up, holding it at the arch of my foot.

"TADA." I bragged.

"Ok, that's just un-human." she laughed.

"So, are you ready for your date with the ONE AND ONLY LUKAS PASSERO!" I said, yelling out a part of it.

"Believe me. I'm beyond ready. WAIT. I WAS SUPPOSE TO TEXT HIM." She yelled.

"WELL THEN DO IT GIRL." I yelled back.

"He said 'Hey, I'm glad you finally texted me. I started to get worried that maybe I smelled bad or something. lol. Anyways, tomorrow at 8. I'll pick you up? :)' YES YES YES." she read to me.

She told him her address and before you knew it she was planning their wedding. In a way, I feel bad for him.