The Haunted Sleepover

Chapter13-Cheerios™

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGG*  I wake up to a phone ringing. I roll over to my iPhone 11 x max 13 pro 340gb + to check if the sound is coming from there. It's not. In an attempt to get down the stairs, I leap out of bed, forgetting about my iron deficiency. I wake up again, on the floor, with my concerned brother, Cam, looking over me. *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINGGGGGG*  I hear it again. This time louder than ever. Ignoring my brother, not even trying to get up, i tumble through the hall, stumble down the stairs, topple through the kitchen, and bump into my Mother who is holding the phone. The ringing stopped. 

Ugh. I hate the ringtone we have on the phone. For some reason my Mom decided it would be a great idea for the phone to ring to the tune of Cotton Eyed Joe. Which sounds funny at first, but after 3 months of living here, with her friends calling her atleast 5 times a day, it gets pretty annoying.

"Lizzie? Are you okay?" my mom asks, concerned. "No." I reply. It was only my Mom's friend Rachel calling her. I facepalm, and get up to get some Cheerios™. *SPLAT* There I go, on the floor again, fainted. "Dammit iron deficiency!" I whisper under my breath. After about 10 attempts of getting up, I have decided crawling is my best way of transport. I look up at where the Cheerios™ once were, and they were gone. "I swear they were just ther-!" *CRONCH*  "Oh, did you want some?" Says my brother, sitting at the table, with his mouth full of the Cheerios™ that I WANTED. "You know what, nevermind." I walk down the stairs and grab Ashlynn by the arm.

I don't know what I was thinking, kidnapping her like this, but at least no one will suspect me. I drag her to my Mother's 2013 Blue Honda Civic, and throw her in.

I rip off the piece of tape on her mouth. "We're going to Pizza Hut," I say while staring into her soul. "What? It's like 8AM," She replies, concerned. "Wel-" As I am trying to explain my sudden craving of the finest pizza beyond compare, Ashlynn interrupts me. "Are we not going to address the fact that you kidnapped me? Also I HATE Pizza Hut! Can we get Dominos?" I push her out of the car onto the busy street. As I drive to Pizza Hut, I can't even begin to comprehend what kind of demon I just left on the street. She had the AUDACITY to tell me she liked DOMINOS, I gag as I even think of the horrendously awful company she dared to bring upon this 2013 Blue Honda Civic, more than the incredibly fascinating Pizza Hut. I try to forget about the tragedy as I order my usual, extra large Hawaiian Pizza, the amazing and classic combination of ham and pineapple on a base of your choice with extra pizza mozzarella. 

The next day at school was odd. It felt like everyone was staring at me as if I kidnapped someone. I thought maybe I was just being paranoid, and pushed it off as nothing. Then suddenly I hear my name get called down to the office. Before I could walk in, someone by the name of Joseph grabs me from behind. I start yelling, trying to pull away, but it's no use.

"Yes, that's perfect! But maybe even call him an interdementional space demon," exclaims my Mom, once again looking over my shoulder as I try to write my novel. "MOM! I'M TRYING TO WRITE HERE!" I yell back. "I'm sorry, I know you're still upset about how it went with the police questioning... Buuuuuuuttt, if it cheers you up, we got more Cheerios™! I suddenly feel thousands of tiny donut shaped oat grains being dumped upon my head by my Father. "Gee, thanks!" I say with an attitude.

I know it's only been a few weeks without Ashlynn, but I miss her so much. I walk down into my basement, and it brings back so many memories. As I look over to the ping pong table in the girl's room, I remember this time we hired a conniving and possessive tap dancer to play ping pong with us. All of a sudden, the phone rings.

"MOMMMMM! THE PHONE!" I yell up to my Mom. "IT'S FOR YOU," she screams back. I start to run up the stairs. This is weird, no one ever calls me, I don't have any other friends other than Ashlynn... My old friends from the UK all dropped me because long distance is hard, and I'm annoying. I don't blame them. I get to the phone, and it's an unknown caller.