Mean Girls Missing

9

April 2

9:41 am

Monica

Seventeen days had gone by. No sign of the twins anywhere. They had other police departments in the state conducting investigations and banding up search parties to get a clue. There were no leads, no evidence, and most of all, no clue.

I had been following every news story that was aired on my television. Lola was getting irritated. We had a bit of tiff last week about it.

"Do you have to watch this every day?" she had grumbled one evening. "I want to bring friends over to chill but I can't if you're always playing this sob story. It kills the vibe."

It wasn't like I hogged the TV all day. I just didn't have cable on my television in my room, so I used the living room for news purposes. I liked to stay up to date on the world and what was going on in it. Once in the morning, once at night, and then I would look for other updates on my phone. I knew that Lola was only fussing because the hot topic was the James twins and she did not like them.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way," I'd responded shortly. "I think it's important to watch and stay informed. Besides, you have your room and I go back to mine shortly after. I don't see the problem."

Lola blinked at me. Her face contorted in a way to say, Are you serious? "I don't want to bring all of my friends into my tiny little room. We share the apartment so that means technically I should get fair share of having the living room."

Was she really trying to make this about sharing? I didn't have a problem with that. It was Lola that got her panties in a bunch if I accidentally used her barbecue sauce or moved her curling iron to reach my blow dryer. Yet Lola was also the one who ate my groceries, used my chargers, and even borrowed clothes without asking.

I was considering getting a lock on my door because of that girl.

"Is that your argument, Lola?"

She looked at me like I was crazy. "I just said that's my problem, so yeah?"

"Then I'm going to counter your argument with the same logic. I pay half the rent and personally pay for the utilities every month. So that means technically, without me, you wouldn't be watching TV anyway." I folded my arms across my chest and turned my attention back to the television. Lola had scoffed in that aggravated sorority girl kind of way and stormed out of the apartment. She came back around eleven completely wasted with a random guy, minus worrying about school the next morning.

And that was that. Lola hadn't said anything about me watching the news since. It serves her right since I carried most of the bills with my part-time job at the campus library. If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't even have electricity or her beloved heat when it was freezing outside.

I couldn't wait until my lease was up and I could leave her in that crappy two-bedroom apartment.

So far, there weren't any types of communication or traces to the James twins. The police checked their bank accounts and credit cards, but nothing had been charged since the day before they disappeared. They looked at their cell phone records. Nothing. They found both of their cars, still parked in the front row at their apartment complex. I remembered that story. People talked about that all day too.

Stephanie owned an orange Jaguar sports car. As expensive as the name sounded, it certainly looked the part. The pictures and video footage shown on my TV proved to me that both of their cars were freshly washed and waxed. Samantha had a fascinating silver Mercedes Benz. Two door with a top that could come down and make it a convertible. The James twins were fancy down to the cars they drove.