Secret Singing Superstar

Fifty-seven ~ ♫♪♫

Claire's ringtone - an AC/DC song - cut through her peaceful moment of trying to draw a dove. She glared at her phone for interrupting and glared even more when she saw who was calling: Cailyn. Honestly, who called at like, eight in the morning? Claire was still in bed and in her pyjamas. 

Plus, she was tired and worn out from the last time she, Leanne and Caitlin had played tennis together. Claire and Leanne were both winded by the end of it, but at least none of them got hurt. This time, Leanne accidentally hit Caitlin with her racquet, and Claire also whacked her on the leg with a tennis ball. Leanne joked about how that was the second time Claire had injured someone with a ball.

Also, Claire tripped over the net and fell over, which seemed extraordinarily hilarious to her two best friends, who collapsed on the ground laughing. 

Tennis was definitely not something on Claire's hobby list.

"What do you want, Cailyn?" she asked grumpily.

"Someone's joyful," Cailyn teased her lightly. "Listen, you gotta help me bury a body."

"What?" The pencil in Claire's hand dropped onto her sketchpad, leaving a nice dot there. Claire inwardly groaned; she would have to fix that later.

"Oh my God, don't you understand? I accidentally killed someone and now I'm scared I'm going to be arrested and put in jail...you have to help me!" Was Cailyn actually being serious? Claire thought she could detect some sarcasm in her words, but otherwise, Cailyn sounded completely sincere.

Claire sighed and looked up at the sky. "Jesus Christ, what is with my life at the moment?"

Turns out, all that was an act to get Claire to come to the shops. (Apparently, that described their friendship perfectly.)

Apparently, Cailyn had made friends with a new girl in her surfing program, and she wanted Claire to meet her because she thought that they would get along. Claire was pretty eager to meet her. 

Since Claudia texted Claire saying that she was bored out of her mind, Claire had invited her to come along as well. Claudia was more than happy to.

But seriously...if Cailyn had wanted Claire to do something...she could have just asked...instead of making up a full on scenario of her killing someone accidentally. But what could she say? That was Cailyn in a nutshell.

"So," said Claudia as Claire met her at the small entrance to the right. They passed a sign that was advertising tuna as they walked into the shopping centre. "Who's this friend of Cailyn's that she wants you to meet?"

"No idea," Claire quipped, walking to the nearest bench and sitting down. Claudia sat down next to her. "I'll call her." 

Despite saying this, it took two missed calls before Cailyn finally picked up. By then, Claire and Claudia had been sitting on that bench for more than ten minutes, and Claire was getting pretty pissed.

"Cailyn, where the f*ck are you?" she yelled into the phone.

Cailyn sounded like she was giggling on the other side of the phone. "Look up."

Claire looked straight up, but saw no one she recognized on the floor above. 

"No you idiot, look forward."

Claire stared directly ahead of her. "What? No seriously, where are you?"

"Look forward, then look up."

"What the heck? I'm looking at the wall - " Claire broke off as she looked further off to her right to see two girls standing and leaning over the balcony on the floor above. One was dark-haired and the other blonde. She recognized the dark haired girl as Cailyn. "Oh...well, what the hell are you doing up there?"