Carla & Abby

Klugh

I woke up with a smile on my face.  It was Thursday, time to meet Klugh.  I waited by the door at five PM, after school, when vice principal Nikko have directed me to.

     But no one came.  I kept on waiting.  Maybe her flight was canceled.  Maybe they lost her luggage.  It could have been anything, so I waited.

     I looked at my phone.  It said it was six thirty-two.  I looked around nervously.  But then someone rang the doorbell.

     I unlocked the door and smiled.  "Hi, I'm Abby Carson, I'm--"  "Hello,"  I quickly noticed that the girl in green lederhosen with a red feather tucked underneath the strap, braids, and clogs was someone that was sadly not foreign to me.  It was--  "Carla?"  I said, blinking my eyes in disbelief.

     "Carla."  I said, walking away from the door.  "I can't believe that you made up a fake profile, and sent it to the principal, just to show up as a German person at my door."

     Carla scoffed.  "Pffft.  Of course I didn't do that!  I just directed Klugh-what's-her-name to another house."

     "Carla!  I can't believe you did that!  Go get Klugh over here!  You know what--  scratch that, I'll come with you."

     I got up and went to the door.  "Klugh"  was right behind me.  The minute I stepped outside I saw a girl with yellow, shoulder-length hair wearing jeans, a T-shirt and knee-high boots.

     My cheeks burned bright red as she walked up to me and Carla.  Carla was standing next to me, dressed as....  I'm not sure what, and here was Klugh. 

     "What are you wearing?"  Klugh chuckled.  Carla puffed her chest out proudly, a regal look on her face.  "Only clothes sewn from the finest silk, imported  from across the world, for Mwah."  Carla closed her eyes and strode back towards my house, as if nothing abnormal had happened at all. 

     "Sorry, that's my friend, Carla."  I said, trying to begin explaining.  She nodded, but I could tell she needed much, much more explanation.

     So I continued:  "She is kind of.....  wacky.  Don't ask me why, she just is.  But hopefully she won't give you too much trouble."  As Klugh and I walked to my house,  I tried my best to tell her what precautions she would probably have to take, if she wanted a peaceful stay;  Lock the windows.  Check under your bed,  (Carla likes scaring me.)  And lock the doors.