The Mystery That is My Life

Chapter 2

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~Annabelle’s POV~  

I vaguely remember what happened after we met with my uncle. I had so many thoughts going through my mind that I wasn’t aware of what I was doing. I remember Lucy driving home, and I went straight to my room. I had too many thought running through my mind to care what was happening around me. I flopped on my bed, and felt my eye lids get heavy. At least I could still sleep when I’m stressed.

~Lucy’s POV~

Poor Annabelle, she’s been through so much today, I drove home, and she went upstairs and passed out on her bed. The bad part is I’ll have to wake her up when dinners ready; might as well get the ice water ready just in case she’s sleeping like a rock again.

I walked into the kitchen, carrying the envelopes Annabelle’s uncle gave us, and put them on the counter, deciding to look at them later. I opened the freezer, and found some uncooked hamburger meat. I guess its hamburger night. Again. I turned on the cute fat reducing grill we have in the kitchen on, and waited for it to heat up. Once it was warm enough I put the two hamburger patties on. While I waited for them to fully cook, I set the table. It didn’t take long, and when I was done the burgers were ready. I put them on a plate and grabbed a pre-made bag of salad and put them on the table. Time to wake Annabelle up, oh joy!

I walked into her room, bucket in one hand, and towel in the other. She was dead to the world, one leg off one side of her bed, while her head was at the foot of her bed. Weirdo.

“Annabelle get up! It’s time to eat!” I screamed as I shook her shoulder. I may seem harsh, but this girl sleeps deep. After trying a few more times, I decided it was time for plan B. I took the bucket in both hands and threw all the water and ice on her. She didn’t move at first, but then she bolted up screaming;

“I’m awake! I’M FRIGGIN AWAKE YOU MEANIE BUTT!!” as loud as she could. Don’t get me wrong I love this girl to death, but she is such a pain sometimes. I mean really Cat like reflexes much? *Cough cough*Slow-Poke*Cough Cough*

“Come on dinners ready.” I replied, rolling my eyes and hiding a laugh as she struggled to detach herself from her wet bed. I held back a laugh as she stood up, the sheet clinging to her. She threw it on the floor, and snatched the towel from me. She stomped out of the room and headed for the bathroom. I picked up the sheet, and threw it into her hamper right as she slammed the bathroom door.

I decided to fulfill my duty as a good friend and clean up my mess. I dragged everything off her bed, and struggled to flip her mattress over. After fighting with it, I finally got it to flip over. I walked over to her closet, and dug out her extra sheets. I walked over to her bed and threw the fitted sheet on. Once I had it spread out I tucked in the two corners at the foot of the bed. Then I leaped on the bed, and using my legs to secure the already tucked in corners, I carefully tucked in the last two corners.  I hopped off her bed and went to go find her a clean comforter. I found one in the hall closet, hiding behind a stack of toilet paper. I finished making her bed and put the last of the dirty sheets and blankets in her hamper. As I exited her room she walked out of the bathroom. She was dressed in sweats and she hadn’t dried her hair.

“I hope you’re happy. I’m all itchy now thanks to you.” She muttered as she passed me on her way to the kitchen. To emphasize her point she stomped as hard as she could on each step, causing the sound to echo in the small hallway. I sighed and followed after her. Knowing her she’ll probably need help with something in about 3….2….1…