Finding The Idiot

- IHOP vs. Denny's -

I spot my baseball bat from the corner of my eye and make no hesitation to dash towards it. But the creature grabs my legs and drag me towards them. Before I let out a bloody scream, the creature puts its hand on my mouth.

I'm going to die!!!!!!!!!
 
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I start to violently kick and squirm, trying to break loose from its grip, but it's no use. It has such strong hold on me.

"Stop...moving...April!"

Oh my God it can speak english! And knows my name!

"Yes I can speak english and I know your name. And what do you mean by it ?"

Wait I know that voice from anywhere. "Malia?"

"Yeah?"

She lets me go and gives me a hand up. "What on Earth are you doing here at-" I look down at my fake watch on my wrist. "-midnight."

"First of all, it's not midnight. It's 1 am. Second of all, I need your help, but you have to promise me that whatever I tell you will stay in this room. Got it."

I simply nod and walk towards my bed. I pat down a spot next to me and let her take the spotlight.

Malia looks a little hesitant to speak which worries me because she is the goody two shoes of this relationship. What if she broke her mom's china like I did last time? Oh my god, I swear that lady likes plates more than her own children.

Or maybe she killed an insect and feels guilty. That girl has feelings for anything small or big. But I still love her.

"If you don't-"

"No I do!" Malia said a little too quickly.

"Okay girl then spill it."

After a couple of seconds of silence, she tells me the complete opposite of what I thought she did. "So, you know that Hunter is missing, right?"

I nod.

"Well since his disappearance, I've been getting notes sent to my room anonymously. At first it ment nothing, I thought it was my brothers. Until the note I got today, which mentions your name."

I am so confused. I mean she's recieving notes, I'm recieving clues. What the hell is going on? "Hold on. So a note that you're getting anonymously, has my name and your freaking because of that."

She nods. This girl stresses out way too much. I really need to teach her to calm down.

"Are you serious, Malia? I thought it was more important."

"It is. Especially what the note says." Malia starts to check her pockets quickly to find the note.
She takes it out and hands it to me, "Read it."

"What's the magic word?"

"What?"

"Magic word, please."

"Are you for real?"

I pinch myself and move closer to Malia. I slapped her and dodged the swing she threw at me. "Did that felt real?"

"That's not what I ment and that slap hurt." Malia got out of bed and walked outside my room. A couple moments later, she comes into the room with an ice pack and some heated leftovers from dinner.

I looked at the clock and notice it's 2:30 am. And today's a school night. I'm so tired. I let out a yawn which makes Malia yawn too.

"Can we please go to sleep?"