How To Fake Your Own Death

Chapter 7- Morgan-

Chapter 7- Morgan-

"But, Grandma!" I start to yell, but I end up sneezing. I think I'm getting sick. I quickly grab a tissue then continue. "You can't just leave me here alone! It's Christmas Eve!"

Apparently, some Great Uncle Henry has died in the family. I've never met the guy but Grandma is risking blowing our cover to go to his funeral. I think he purposely died just so I'll have to spend Christmas alone!

"Now, Morgan, you are sixteen-years-old! You can spend this one Christmas alone. I'm sorry, but I need to go see Uncle Henry once more." she wipes her face. I look closely but I don't see any tears. Faker!

"But- But!" I stutter.

"No buts!" Grandma gives me a stern look. Then she melts and pinches my cheek. "Now, be a good girl and don't open your presents until morning!"

I glance over at the mountain of presents by the tree. Usually I want to rip them open but I have no desire now. They're all just filled with clothes and jewelry. It doesn't seem to matter when there's no one to share it with.

"Oh, and Morgan?" Grandma says, beginning to walk out the door.

"Yeah?" I groan, trying to cough.

"Feel free to invite your little boyfriend and his brother over," Grandma smiles just like she knows it annoys me.

"Grandma! For the last time, he is not-!" and she closes the door.

I groan, falling into the couch in a coughing fit. Maybe it wasn't worth it going to the beach yesterday. It was amazing, but I'm suffering now.

I would go shopping now, but I can't. Great. I have to spend Christmas alone and I'm sick. This is going to be the worst Christmas ever.

Twenty minutes later I'm laying in the exact same spot. Except I'm on my phone, buying last minute Christmas presents from a store nearby. Next I call Jerry, clearing my throat so he can understand me.

"Hey Jer!"

"Miss Izzy? Is that you?"

"Yeah, I'm sick."

"On Christmas Eve?" Jerry seems shocked.

"And you're working on Christmas Eve?"

He clears his throat. I can only imagine him blushing like he's a kid being caught taking a cookie. "I was just about to go home."

"Well you need to. Go spend some time with your girlfriend!" I encourage.

"I actually like my job. I'll leave once I do what you need me to do."

"No! You go! I'll find someone else!"

"Izzy..." he says and I sigh. I know he won't leave me alone until I tell him what I need.

"Fine. Can you please go over to Mary's and pick up some last minute gifts for me?"

"Of course," he says, sounding proud he's won.

"Thanks. Bye," I say, hanging up.

I only have to wait a half hour when the bell rings. I secure my wig on my head and check to make sure my contacts are in before going to the door. I take a breath before opening it. It's a good thing I did because all my breathe is sucked out of me. Standing at the door is Kyle and Matthew.