Chapter 3

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I woke up to a shrill noise. Absentmindedly, I pressed the snooze button. The noise ran continuously so i sat up and started rattling the alarm clock violently. The noise continued and I threw it against the wall. I was officially awake and able to make out my surroundings.

"Hey! I bought that clock!" Alice said defiantly.

"It wouldn't shut it's clockwork. Must've been broken anyway." I replied groggily.

"'I'm offended you didn't recognize your own sister's voice, Violet." she said giving me a playful punch.

I realized my own silly fault and struck my forehead.

"Urgh, another clock gone by the hands of my sleeping monster!"

We both laughed and lay down. God, I was so tired. 

"What time is it?" i murmured.

She laughed. "What do you think it is?"

"Three?"

"Close, but it's nine."

I opened my  eyes and flung myself at Alice. 

"You woke me up at nine in the morning!!!??" I screamed. This amused her immensely. I shook her, laughing, and said it again.

"I thought you loved meeee!" I groaned.

I got off of her and lay down half wanting to strangle her some more and half wanting to fall asleep. I did neither.

"C'mon now, Violet. I made breakfast!"

I perked up my ears. We both  loved food more than anyone thought. We were both actually very skinny. I was more of the long and skinny and she was a little shorter and looked fine. I looked verrrry skinny. But I can pull it off because I make up for it in height. 

"Our favorites?" I asked quietly with suppressed excitement.

In response, she jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs. I quickly looked at yesterday's clothes and dressed quickly before tearing down the stairs. 

We both sat down and I took a nice, long, satisfying look at my plate. I had a pile of bacon with two very toasted slices of bread and two sunnyside eggs with yolky middles and some milk. Alice had a pile of pancakes with tons of maple syrup and some butter and we both had milk and orange juice. We wolfed down our food at neckbreaking pace and topped everything off with more toasted bread with Nutella. We should be obese yet God had given us the blessing of being pigs with model-ready bodies. 

"Hey, Violet. You know the real reason I woke you up?"

I pondered about this for a while before giving up.

"Something great happened today!"

"Today? But you were at Top Note? Nothing good ever happens at choir clubs." I said mischievously.  I was rewarded with a punch. I rubbed my sore arm.

"Oh really? Then explain my new boyfriend!"

I spewed milk halfway across the table.

"W-what?" I spluttered.

'Okay, he's not my boyfriend. He's the most handsome guy everrr!"

"Didn't you meet him last night?"

She laughed. "You pride your man, I see. No way! I met him at Top Notes! he's new to the area! He has black, shiny hair and dusky, violet eyes and he is soooo cute!"

"Okay. We have details but I'm going to need a name on this one."

"His name is Terep Hyanyosk!"

"Uhm" I bit back my laughter, "Isn't that an odd name?" My cheeks were puffing out as I contained the fits of laughter I was having.

She looked so serious that I immediately sobered up.

"Heckers?"

"Okay, point taken. Can i see his picture?"

"Sorry, he doesn't like pictures. I told you, just join the choir club! You have an awesome voice!"

"You know I hate social gatherings that often. And I need to feed my sleep monster at least twelve hours on the weekends."

At that exact moment, her phone buzzed and she fished it out from her pocket.

"Hey Girl, 

How do you find him? I'd absolutely love to find out.

-B.J."

"B.J.? Okay, this is definitely weird. Uhm, I received  a similar text message last night. It said:

"Hey Baby Alice,

I still love you. But you'll see. You'll see my boy.

-B.J."

"It was super creepy."

"It still is." I replied quite taken aback.

"Maybe it's a prank. Let's ignore it, okay?"

I nodded sullenly. The rest of the weekend was spent quite nicely. We played frisbee and sang our lungs sore and played around not caring if anyone saw us. But now, it was time for school.

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