Lindy turned back to the receiver, watching her mother's eyes bore into her brain.
"Mom says I have to do my chores first," she mumbled.
"Wait—don't hang up!" the general shouted desperately.
The veins on Lindy's mother's face were getting all Incredible Hulkish. "I'll be really quick," she said into the phone. She then carefully set down the receiver, but not on the actual body of the phone. Instead, she laid it on the table, trying not to make any sudden moves, following her mother's eyes.
Through the reciever, the general, and many other people, shouted.
"But I was saving the world," Lindy said to her now scary-mad mother, "there's a mega-kumquat or something that's going to send us into the past but in the future. Or something."
Lindy's mom rolled her eyes. "Room!"
Lindy dragged her feet to her room. She quickly shoved all the nail polish, the toys, the scraps of stickers and paper and the unmatched socks under her bed. She took the clean clothes that she was supposed to hang up and stuffed them under some dirty towels in the laundry room. She kicked all the glitter scraps, the packaging ties and the cracker crumbs under her decorative rug.
It was the longest five minutes of her life.
She dragged her feet back to the living room. The receiver still lay on the table. She could hear angry voices shouting from it. They screamed her name.
On the television, someone hit a pretty high note.
Lindy was tired out from cleaning her room. The Star was in the final round and she thought she knew where her mom hid the cookies. She climbed to the top of the fridge and found them, all chocolatty and crispy.
She lay on the couch, staring at the television and began to munch. On the television, a brunette girl was just voted off. She was crying.
The voices on the receiver grew ever more chaotic. She eyed it.
She reached over, her hand hovering above the phone. "Don't feel like it," she said finally and hung up the phone with a click.
The television buzzed. Then The Star disappeared. Lindy shouted "Come on!" and hit the remote hard. Then, the show was back on.
"Aww, this guy got eliminated yesterday," she moaned.
Her mother walked into the kitchen. "Rerun?"
Lindy shrugged, hiding the cookies. She had a feeling that she was forgetting something important.
"Mom, what's a science advisor?"
"Someone who advises about science?" her mom guessed as she fumbled through the cupboards. "I thought I just bought peanut butter. Where is it?"
Lindy shrugged and went back to watching television. Around ten o'clock she had the feeling again, like she was supposed to do something. But she was pretty sleepy and didn't really feel like it.
She fell asleep on the couch. At midnight she woke. Infomercials on the TV. Her mother and father were probably asleep.
What was she supposed to do again?
Oh yeah, call someone important. End of the world stuff.
She reached over to pick up the old phone and ask.
It was gone.
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