The Summoned

The Summoned Chapter 2

Where is Ash?? (Part 1)

Samantha and I were worried. We looked around, hoping to see Ash's yellow glittery bike. But we couldn't she was gone. Sam and I stopped our bikes and parked at the side of the road.

"Hey, we should probably get back to the party and call Ash from there. Probably she just went home." Sam said.

"Yeah, good idea." I said while yawning. My legs were numb from pedalling for such a long time.

Sam and I rode back to her house. Everybody was leaving the party. The snacks were finished.

"Arghhhh!!" There's no food left!" Sam groaned.

"I just wanna go to bed, even though it's still just 8 pm. My mom will get mad if I reach late too." I said in a sleepy tone.

"You know we still have homework to complete, right?" Sam said.

"Yeah. Let's try calling Ash then I'll head home." I said.

We dialled Ash's number. The automatic lady's voice came up and said,

"Sorry, the number you are calling is switched off."

"Fine. You know how she is. Switches off her phone, plays songs that we both hate from her speaker, drinks a warm glass of milk and starts studying." Ash said, stretching and yawning.

"Yeah Sammy. I'm gonna head home. Bye! See you tomorrow in school." I said, rubbing my eyes, jumping into my boots.

Then I opened the door, and the person outside said,

"Hi."

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Where is Ash?? (Part 2)

I was in shock. It was Ash at Sam's doorstep! Sam was right behind me, glaring into her eyes with frustration. And oh, you do not want to see Sam frustrated.

"Ash? Where had you gone, and what took you so long to come back?" I said, a bit annoyed with her, but relieved.

"Um, my bike's light broke, so I went to the repair shop to fix it. I didn't want to go after the party, because it would be dark, I wouldn't be able to see anything if it was still broken." Ash said confidently.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam shouted, screaming into my ear at the same time.

I was surprised. Sam was the cool one. How could she be angry at someone? There was something seriously wrong.

"Because I didn't want to disturb you. You were enjoying the party." Ash said, coolly and calmly.

"Then, why was your phone switched off?" Sam said, with a little less aggressive tone.

"Because my phone died." Ash said, smiling.

There was something very wrong. Ash was the overprotective one, how could she just leave the party without saying anything about her whereabouts? She was a safety maniac.

"Okay, the party is over, Ash. You should go home. I'm going home too. Is your bike light fixed now?" I said, changing the topic of conversation.

"Yes, lets go home. Bye Sam, see you tomorrow." Ash said, like nothing ever happened.

As we headed out her door, Sam slammed the door behind us.

"What's up with her?" Ash asked, as we were getting on our bikes.

"Probably a teeny bit mad at you because you dumped her party, got us worried and ruined it for us too. But that's all." I said, sarcastically.

Ash looked at me, like I committed a felony or something. I made worse playful jokes about her and she never got angry at those. Why was she getting angry on this?

"What's up with you now? Are you even my friend? You know what? I don't care. Since you guys don't care about anyone except yourselves, I'm gonna do the same thing." Ash said, loudly with her face red. Then she climbed up her bike, hit her pedals, and cycled away, leaving me astonished.

My brain was questioning what my ears just heard. How could she be so unusual? Me and Sam fought at times, but we never fought with Ash. I was really confused.

I pedalled away to home sweet home, where I could get my thoughts together and spill everything to my dog, Poco.

I parked my cycle in my driveway, climbed up the porch steps and ringed my doorbell. No one answered. I ringed it again, no one answered. This continued for some time.

I needed to call my mom. She was probably tired because of work and slept. My dad was gone on a work trip.

I put my hand in my pocket, swept it around, but there was nothing but a piece of lint. I went into panic mode. I. Had. Lost. My. Phone.

I scrambled around my backyard, trying to climb up through my living room window. I couldn't. It was locked. Unlike what we see in movies, there was no tree in front of my window to climb and enter it from.

My heart was in my throat. I was scared. I didn't like being alone, without a phone, at night.

I was broken. I didn't know where my phone was, and I didn't want to stay outside all night. Did I leave it at Sam's?

I made a decision. I was gonna go to Sam's house. If I didn't find my phone there, I would ask Sam or Sam's parents to lend me theirs so I could call my mom.

It was cold and windy. The streets were empty, and shops were closing. But I pedalled to Sam's house. I climbed up on their grey-tiled porch and I rang Sam's doorbell.

"Hi, Jen! What brings you here so late? Its 8:45. By the way, how was the party? Did you like the tacos? I made them myself." Sam's dad answered.

"Umm..actually I think I left my phone at your house, Mr. Elson. My mom isn't answering the doorbell and I urgently need to call her, so I can go home. And yes, Me and Samantha absolutely loved your tacos." I said, holding back the thought of Samantha absolutely detesting the tacos.

"I knew it! I made the recipe myself too. And, yes, Jenny, sure you can search for your phone. Do you want me to call Samantha downstairs, so she can help? If you don't find your phone, you can call your mom from my phone. I hope your mom is okay. Probably she hasn't come from work yet?"

I hadn't thought about that at all. I didn't know if my mom is okay, and I didn't even think that she might be at work. Normally she came home at around 7:45, and she always answered the doorbell quickly.

"Okay Mr. Elson. Please call Sam. I would need quite a bit of help searching for my phone." I said, smiling gracefully.

I needed to talk to a friend, spill them my emotions. I felt anxious.

"Samantha!! Come downstairs quickly. Your friend is here!" Mr. Elson called, then he went off to his room.

"Hold on Ash! I'm mailing my Ms. Loretta my project. Have you started a fight with Jen yet? I hope you're not procrastinating." Samantha said, while she came down the stairs, typing something in her phone.

She was holding two phones. One was her phone, and the other one was a phone with a red cover with my initials carved on it.