I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sylvia

-- Jessica POV --

I sat in my bed, on my phone. Why? Because sleep's for the week, that's why. Rather suddenly, I had a text message. I opened the message app and saw that it was from Violet.

V- I'm booorrrrrreeeeed

I laughed and began to reply.

J- Go to sleep.
V- Ain't happenin'
J- Pray tell why are you awake
V- I may or may not have drank a third of a bottle of red Gatorade.
J- What did we say about consuming sugary foodstuffs?
V- Don't consume any sugary foodstuffs within one hour of you intended bedtime.
J- Violet, for the sake of spaghetti, go to sleep.
V- Don't plan on going to sleep. Therefore, I can get all the sugary foodstuffs.
*Abi has signed onto the text room*
A- Oh my flower why are you still up
J- Don't go pointing any fingers at me. It was Violet.
V- OOOOOO MY QUEEN YOU HAVE AS YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT ALOOOOONNEEEE
A- Oh my flower
J- Don't you be going on and texting us song lyrics just so you can avoid listening to us.
V- eheheheheh JK 😜
A- Go to sleep. Otherwise I'll come over there and force you to watch the exorcist
V- YEP YEP ILL GO TO SLEEP ANYTHING BUT THE EXORCIST, PLEASE
*Violet has signed out of the text room*
J- How on earth do you do that?
A- It's easy. One Friday afternoon, ask your mom if you two can watch a movie from Dad's collection. Make sure it's still light out and that it's a horror movie. Then proceed.
J- I love ya, ya know that?
A- I know😜
*Jessica has signed out of the text room*
*Abi has signed out of the text room*

~~The Next Morning~~

I woke up around eightish this morning. "Jessica!" My mom called from downstairs. "Us moms are going out for a mom's fun day, so we'll be back around eleven!" "Alright, Mom!" I shouted back. "Oh, and Rayna's mother wanted me to tell you that she wanted all of you girls to go to her house, sweetheart!" "Yeah, Mom!" I replied.

I got out of bed, and rummaged through my closet for something to wear. Finally, I settle on my black-and-white romper, and I put on my flip-flops. Then I go to the bathroom, and do my hair and my makeup. I have a toothbrush at Rayna's house. Before leaving, I grab my purse and my phone, and walk one house to the right. I knock on the pale yellow door. Inside I hear Rayna shout "It's open!", and I enter her home.

"Y'know," Rayna begins whilst she is making waffles. "You don't have to knock. I've known you since third grade." "I know, Rayna, but last time I entered without knocking when you were making breakfast, you threw a spatula at my head." "That was an accident." "I know, but still."

The bell thing above Rayna's front door jingles and I hear the click of high heels and the slapping of flip-flops. "We're here!" Abi loudly announces, shrugging off her purse and putting it on a hook by the door. "It's waffles!" Rayna yells at them. "WAFFLES!!!!" Brooklyn screams excitedly, not even tripping even though she's wearing heels and it's difficult to run in heels. Brooklyn's just about to reach the plate of already-made waffles and pounce on it before I block her. "They're not done yet." "These ones are." She challenged. "Go sit down." Rayna commands, her back still turned.

Then we heard a door creak open and close. It was the back door, not the front, otherwise the little bell would've gone. "Hey guys." Managed someone as the groaned and collapsed into a chair. It was Violet. "Someone didn't go to sleep last night." I scolded. "My garnet, I feel so tired."Violet groaned. She fell out of the chair and landed on her head. "OH MY GARNET AND OMM!" She yelled. "Huh?" We all questioned. "OMM- oh my muffin." Violet clarified.

Abi stared at her in amusement as she stroked am invisible beard. I just stood and turned away, my eyebrows raised. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Ughhhhhhhhhh...." Violet moaned before her speaking turned into a weird mix of gurgling and unintelligible shrieks. "Please let it not be fans.." Abi complained, falling backward onto the couch. "Jessica, go get the door." Brooklyn said. "Why don't you get it?" I asked sassily. "Because I'm helping Rayna."
She explained. "Fine." I sighed.

At the door was a tall woman, wearing four inch heels which made her even taller, but quite as tall as Brooklyn. She held a stack of papers attached to a clipboard and wore a white blouse and a navy jacket and skirt with her hair tied up into a bun. When I saw the hue of blue she was wearing, I almost felt sick. She must be from the dang school, I thought. I did not want to go back to that place.

"Hello." Began the woman. "I'm Sylvia."