Never Trust a Truman

Chapter 13

The next morning when Lyndsay woke up and got dressed, she began on her trail over to Rachelle's house so they could walk to school together. When she arrived below Rachelle's bedroom window up on the second story, she kept throwing pebbles up to the glass in order to get her attention. After some several throws of pebbles, she soon gave up when she noticed that no one was responding. "Okay, I guess I will try to call her...let's see if she'll pick up the phone," she said to herself. Lyndsay pulled out her cellphone from her back pocket and began to dial Rachelle's number. She would let it ring and ring for a couple of minutes until it went straight to voicemail.

"Okay...let's try again...," Lyndsay suggested to her own thoughts. After failing a few times to get Rachelle to pick up the other line, Lyndsay immediately knew that there was something up. She hung up the connection and went up to the front door to get down onto things. When she knocked on the door, she was a little surprised to see Rachelle's mother answering the door. Lyndsay was starting to get a smidge worried because usually, it would be Rachelle replying to the knock.

"Good morning, Lyndsay. How are you?" said Mrs. Truman when the door was flung open.

"Good morning, Mrs. Truman. I'm good, is Rachelle still home?" Lyndsay hesitantly questioned.

"Yes...she's up in her bedroom." Lyndsay rushed herself through the front entrance and hustled all the way up the staircase to Rachelle's bedroom. Mrs. Truman locked the dead bolt back as she watched Lyndsay barge her way through the house. Once she got up to Rachelle's bedroom door, she rapidly opened the doorknob with some anxiousness. When the door was swung open, Lyndsay's eyeballs quickly saw that Rachelle was nowhere to be found right in plain sight.

"Rachelle...Rachelle...Rachelle...," she would call out for her name while she kept on searching everywhere around the room. She looked under the comforter on the bed, all throughout the closet, under the bed, and over around the other side of the bed just to find her best friend. She searched and searched, flinging everything out of her way, but kept having no luck at the job. Lyndsay thought this was beginning to become a little ridiculous. She pulled her phone back out and gave another shot at trying to call Rachelle again. As Lyndsay would let it get the chance to dial the number and ring a couple of times, there started to be a phone going off through her other ear.

"Wait a minute, I'm hearing Rachelle's ringtone going off," Lyndsay mysteriously thought to herself. As she would pull her cellphone away from her ear, she would follow the other sound in the background. She turned around to face the noise, soon to find that Rachelle's phone was left untouched on her computer desk. She walked over to the computer desk, picked up the ringing phone, and quickly saw the screen saying, "Lyndsay...calling mobile".

"Wherever Rachelle is at, she left her phone," Lyndsay began as she held the device in the palm of her hand. "But there's no way she would even leave her room without her phone." She looked all around the room and quickly saw that Rachelle's nunchucks were on the floor, her lamp was in pieces, and the back of her office chair was broken off. "Uh-oh...," Lyndsay mumbled to her own voice. She took a look down on the computer desk where all of the evidence was spreaded out, showing what all Rachelle uncovered. "Oh dear...I think I know where Rachelle has gone," she mumbled a second time. As she began to pack up all of the evidence that Rachelle had, Mrs. Truman entered the room with curiousity.

"So did you find where Rachelle is at?" asked Mrs. Truman. "Is she anywhere in the house?"

"Um, no ma'am she's not in the house or even in the neighborhood...um, Mrs. Truman, I'm afraid I have some bad news," reported Lyndsay. Mrs. Truman became worried when she heard from Lyndsay that there was something that could not be good.