Samantha

Chapter 1 : When She Told

"Have you seen Willy?" Jenny asked me for the 11th millionth time in the past week. She hadn't found her pet tarantula, since the week when she let him loose and lost him. I was kinda tired of this topic. Mostly because I loath spiders. They disgust me. 

I looked up at her and smiled falsely.

"No. I have not seen your spider. " I smile and muttered stupid spider under my breath. She didn't hear me. But she did correct me. As always.

"Willy is not a spider. He is a Chilean Rose Hair Tarantula also known as Grammostola rosea. They-" I didn't want to hear any of this. I was just tired. And, the guilt was killing  me.  I couldn't even sleep for the whole week. I kept on rolling and rolling, without any control. I just didn't know why I did it. I was mad, I guess. I was panicking. I couldn't control myself. I couldn't even process what i was doing until I was done. And now, now, I have to tell her. 

But I have to be secretive about it. 

"Um, Jenny?" I asked, pretending to be upset, pretending sympathy. Pretending everything. 

"Yes?" she looked down at me, for she was so tall, and i was so small. 

"Did you- did you search your room?"Jenny looked at me as one does when something pretty obvious was stated. 

"Well, of course I searched my room! That was the first place I looked!" she acted like she'd explained this multiple times. She probably has, I decided. 

"Well you don't  have to be rude about it!" I snapped. This took her by surprise. She didn't think, she didn't know, what i was capable of. Better keep it that way.

"I mean, why don't go into The Old Bathroom. You know how Willy doesn't like people, let alone kids? Only you? Well, maybe, because no one goes to The Old Bathroom, maybe Willy went there. You can go search..." I realized I was babbling nonstop, so I took a deep breath as I watched the little color of her face drain. 

"You- you don't expect me to search The Old Bathroom alone, do you!?" Her eyes were wide and, as pathetically as it sounds, scared. I sighed. 

"What are you so afraid of, anyway? It's not like there is ghost, or something! Look, I'll help you search, but only if you do me favor when I need it. Deal?" I asked, extending my hand towards hers, a hint of mischief in my eyes. I guess she didn't see it, because she said, "Deal." shaking my hand. 

Oh, she doesn't know what she got herself into. 

She doesn't know.

But she will soon find out...