Chapter 10- Kyle-
Warmness is what I feel first. Then a feel something softly brushing my nose and blowing air into my face. I scrunch my face back then relax. Matthew is probably doing something to me. Stupid Matthew... I drift for a bit, trying to go back to sleep or wipe away the fog around my brain. I feel like there's something very important I'm forgetting...
Then, it hits me... I feel like I've been electrocuted again as I remember yesterday. Wanna know how I remembered it? The thing in my arms rolls over and snuggles into my chest, tickling my nose. Oh no, I think, not wanting to open my eyes because I know what I'm going to see. Eventually, I slowly open my eyes, still scared at what I'm going to see. Of course, as I guessed, there she is.
Izzy breathes slowly and deeply in and out. I watch as every time she breathes out, her bangs puff up, tickling my nose. Her face is back to it's pale color, her long eyelashes brushing it. I'm scared to move, for fear she'll wake up and notice my arms around her. So for a few minutes, I just watch her, feel the warmth coming from her body. Finally,-to my relief and disappointment- she rolls back over, out of my arms. I sigh and get up, looking around. The TV is still on, showing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, and the plate is beside it. I inspect it. Who ate the cookies? On further inspection I see a trail of pink glitter leading into the kitchen. I growl silently as I follow it into the kitchen to find Matthew passed out on the floor with glitter and cookies crumbs on every inch of him. Izzy is gonna kill him...
As if responding to my thoughts, I hear behind me, "I'm gonna kill that kid..."
I jump forward, doing some lame ninja move, and turn to see Izzy. She blows her bangs out of her face as she glares at the sleeping kid. I feel my face and ears heat up as I think about earlier. How she slept in my arms and I watched her sleep. Could she know....?
"MATTHEW! GET YOUR BUTT UP AND BAKE ME SOME NEW COOKIES!" Izzy screams near my ear, making me jump again.
"Huh? A what...?" Matthew says groggily, sitting up and looking around with squinted eyes. As soon as he sees whats going on, he shakes his head and darts up.
"Um, wha-what're you talking about?" Matthew stutters, laughing shakily. I would be scared too. I've never seen Izzy this mad. Maybe she got this mad when she killed Morgan... The little voice in my head whispers. I jump yet again, remembering I just spent the night with a killer. No, no...
"YOU HEARD ME! I WANT SOME NEW COOKIES PRONTO! AND DON'T FORGET THE SPRINKLES!!" Izzy continues to yell. I silently sneak back into the living room as Izzy continues to yell at Matthew. I take this time to shake my head of Izzy being a murderer, and saving it for later. Then I sneak over to the presents. I make sure the whole tree covers me up before looking for the one that had my name on it. There's two. One is from Matthew, the other is the medium sized box with the pink cursive scrawled neatly on a label. She got me a present...
"Kyle!" I small tinkling voice calls, so opposite from the voice just a second ago.
I try to crawl out from under the tree. You see, there is a small table that you would need to go under to get to the back of the tree. I had no problem getting through the first time, but this time I somehow end up getting stuck. I try to move my legs, then I try to wiggle my head out further but I end up thumping it with a loud thud and a soft "Ow..."
"Kyle?" Izzy continues to call, looking around the room where the noise came from. From my point on the floor, I try to call out to her, but I have a problem with that too. My head is on the floor now so when I sucked in a breath to call out to her, guess who got a big dust bunny in his mouth? As I try to get it out without the use of my hands, Izzy shrugs and starts to walk to her bathroom.

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How To Fake Your Own Death
De Todo"Am I dead? No. I, Morgan Turner, am dead to everyone but myself and my grandmother. I know what you must be asking, am I a spirit? A ghost? No, worse. I'm a celebrity." *******************************************************************************...