Obsessed.

H for Hoodie?

A week later, I was released from the hospital. People at school were so worried about me. I took comfort in the thought. But that only lasted for about a day. The next day, the only thing people worried about was whether or not their outfits matched. But I'm not a person who enjoys the spotlight. I mean, if it happens to shine on me, I embrace it. But otherwise, I don't really give a crap. The day is normal so far. On my way home today, I noticed a poster that said "MISSING" with a picture of Wendy. My heart started to pound. When I got home, my mom and i agreed that she would drive me to and from school for now on, based on what happened to me. And that's a really smart decision. I mean, if I were a parent, I would totally do that. Later, my mom is going to pilates class. And since my dad is on a business trip, I will have to stay home alone. And this gives me the perfect opportunity to sneak out into the woods to go see Wendy's body. It only took a few minutes to walk from my house to the school. I arrive there and notice that her body is gone. I still see her blood that stained the ground, but no body. I wander around and I see a hand-Wendy's-sticking out of the ground. I scream in terror. I slowly back up as I observe my surroundings. No hoodie, good. I notice a patch of leaves, stained red, in a shape. It says "H." H as in hoodie, right? This must be a clue. Who do I know that's name starts with an H? I can only think of one, and that's Hailey. I pull out my phone and text Hailey: "Hey, did you happen to leave Ash's house at some point on Friday, while you were over?" Before I hit send, I decide whether or not to ask her. I mean, if she really killed Wendy, would she really admit that she left?  Probably not. Maybe I should ask her in person. I hold down the delete button and type in: " Hey, meet me at my house in 20." Send. I start my way back home. Crack. "Who's there?" I ask. I hear slow footsteps behind me. I turn around and see it. Before running, I quickly examine it. It doesn't look feminine at all. I start running away with a million thoughts in my head. It couldn't possibly be Hailey. What was I thinking? She is one of my best friends. She would never do anything like that. She is harmless. I sprint back to my house and trip on a rock. Shit. I examine my ankle as it starts to puff up. Well thats not good. I try to walk but it hurts too much. My phone vibrates. A text from Hailey: "Ok, I'm here. Where are you?" Ugh, she's there already. So, in desperation, I decide to hop on one foot back home. I finally reach my house, exhausted. I swing open the door and collapse on the sofa. I realize that Hailey is standing in the kitchen, raiding my refrigerator. See? She's harmless. " So, what did you need me for?" she asked."Ummm... I need help on... my... project! Ya, my project for Mrs. Sander's class!" I said, nervously. I've never made up an excuse on the spot like that before. I feel bad for lying to her but I didn't want to get in a fight with her. And anyways, it would have been wrong to accuse her, a high schooler, for something that major. I would have been a terrible friend for doing that. "What project?" she replies. "Oh, never mind. Must have been my imagination! Ok bye!" I quickly reply as I shove her out the door. I'm really glad I didn't say anything. I watch her car drive away as my mom slowly pulls in. She walks through the door. "Was that Hailey?" she questions. "Umm, yup." I reply. "That's nice that she came over." she remarked. "Yup." I say. "You didn't go anywhere while I was gone, right?" she asks. "Nope, I've been here the whole time." I lied. OMG I just LIED to my own MOM's face! WHAT WAS I THINKING?! Ugh. If she finds out anything, I'm grounded for life.  Let's just hope she doesn't find out.