Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman)

14: Leave A Clue

-Linnea-

I begin this morning waving Bea out the door making sure she has her lunch, her purse, her phone, her coffee, and her mini umbrella. All so she could go to the library today.

"Kay, I'll probably be a few hours." she tells me pulling a strand of hair away from her makeup polished eyes. She smacked her lips together spreading her shiny lipgloss around.

"Have fun." I wave her out and close the door before she gets a chance to answer back. Our door automatically locks and I know she doesn't care enough to unlock the door to yell at me.

I hear her heels clank against the floor as she makes her way out the front step and listen until I cannot hear any longer; this is my queue to start blasting music until I can feel the floor rattle beneath my feet.

The strong base echoes within my lungs and I dance towards the washroom to find Bea's make up from one end to the other.

I was never a big fan of make up but recently I feel like it is a mark of beauty.

I lift a black pencil to my eyes and trace it around the edge. I look alive

I add a base of medium brown over my lids. I look defined.

I take out a brush from a container and brush my lashes. Along with curling my hair so it clung to my shoulders and small frame. I look fierce.

Hello Linnea, I know it has been a while but it is nice to finally meet you. I think to myself, opening my big smile.

After I fix my face I look through Bea's closet for something of her's that I can wear.

Her closet is the same size as her washroom spanning nearly half the length of our house full of clothes.

I am overwhelmed by all the choices I can make.

I settle for a pair of yellow skinny jeans and a Beatles crop top with circular glasses to top it off.

At the end of the hall she has a mirror spanning the entire wall. I stand in front to observe my choices.

My frame is small but the clothes hug my body perfectly. From the corner of my eyes I see one of Bea's bra sticking out of a drawer. My curiosity spins out of control and I grab it and put it on myself.

I look much larger with her clothes on, in all the right places. I stare back at my reflection; how daunting it was. Bea and I looks like twins.

*.*.*.*

I head out towards Mrs. Malson's cafe as I did in my regular routine accept today I will be going there for a different reason. Sweden is playing Norway today in hockey and I promised Oscar I would meet up at his house to watch it with him.

I enter the front of the cafe waving at Mrs.Malson as I walk past her. She knows why I am here, I can tell just from the sinister smile she gives me no words are needed. I can't help but smile back at her and make my way back up to the staircase.

As I make my way up the stairs I am greeted by a door opening with Oscar on the other side of it.

"Oh hi, were you expecting me?"

He doesn't respond, he just watches me at the door with the widest eyes and the blankest look on his face.

"Hello? Are you there?" I wave my fingers in front of his face; he is acting like a statue, I cannot even see his chest lifting and falling as it normally would if he was breathing, But I don't even think he was doing that.

"Emm.. Yes, come in." He shakes his head as if he is coming back to life and lets me into the room.

"You look different." He observes.