8:30 AM, Christmas morning
"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else! The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed! But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell! You don't know, oh oh! You don't know you're beauti-"
I found my phone and shut the alarm off. Yes, my alarm is What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. I needed a really annoying song to wake me up, so this was my solution.
Fifteen minutes later, I was in the kitchen making chocolate-chip waffles. My phone got a text alert and I saw it was a Christmas text from my boyfriend, Drake, who was spending Christmas with his family in Colorado.
"Merry Christmas, beautfiful. <3"
"Thanks, Drake! How's Colorado? <3"
"Great! But not the same without you... :)"
"Suck-up. :) What r u doing?"
"Hangin with the cousins. Wbu?"
"Parents left me alone for Christmas. So im making waffles."
"WHAT? But its Christmas!! Ooohh, i want waffles!"
"Yeah, but its no big deal. Haha, well my waffles r ready and since you cant get here in the next 2 seconds, i guess ill be eating them. Ttyl! <3"
"Hmm, u owe me some waffles when i get back. :) Bye! <3"
I smiled, turned off my phone, and ate my waffles. The sweetness of the maple syrup and the whipped cream I put on top of the waffles melted in my mouth. My brain flashed back to when I was seven, when my mother first taught me how to use the waffle-maker.
"So you pour the waffle mix in here," she said, pouring the creamy, gooey liquid into the waffle-maker. "And you close the lid, flip it over with the hande and wait until it starts to beep."
"I want my waffles NOW!" my seven-year old self demanded.
"Honey, you have to wait. These waffles weren't ready-made."
Over the years, I became a pro at waffle-making. I added lots of stuff to the mix: chocolate chips, blueberries, strawberries...I even tried banana once! Making waffles was my favorite thing to do in the mornings of my weekends.
I was daydreaming about the Christmas presents I got from my parents, when I was interrupted by a loud tapping noise. I stopped what I was doing and listened closer.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
BOOM! I jumped from my chair, startled. The noise was coming from upstairs. I took my phone and ran up the hardwood stairs.
I looked into all 8 bedrooms but nothing looked abnormal. I went into my bedroom and saw my makeup box on the floor, with all the contents scattered around the carpet. Weird, I'm pretty sure my makeup box was on the floor of my closet.
Right when I was exiting my room, something caught my eye. I looked at the door of the bathroom that was in my bedroom and gasped. What the heck?
Because, in red lipstick, a number was written on the door of my bathroom. The number 100.
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OOHHHH! CLIFFHANGER! :D The thing is, I'm writing this at 11:30 in the night and I know where this gonna go and it's really scary (well, at least I think it's scary...). Probably not gonna get any sleep tonight. OH WELL.
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