Homicide On The Loose

Chapter 10

"Leyla! Wake up, sleepy head!" I groaned in response as I didn't want to get up. Why did she have to ruin my morning by waking me up so early?

"Go away and leave me alone!" I said while grabbing a pillow and covered my face, hoping that I could go back to sleep.

"Leyla! I took my day off for you." why won't she leave me alone? Can't a girl just sleep?

I groaned and tried to get up, but my eyes were still closed. I didn't want the lights to strike through my eyes because then, I couldn't go back to sleep.

Amelia helped me sit up and I opened my eyes slowly letting my eyes process my surroundings. She handed me a glass of lukewarm hot chocolate and I drank it slowly. It tastes so good that I drank it with my eyes closed. I am so going to miss her hot chocolate, I thought sadly.

"Let's have some fun today!" she exclaimed.

I shook my head, "I cant. I have to pack. I'm moving into his house tonight, remember?"

"I know that! I was saying, we should have fun here, in our apartment." she stated. She still doesn't get it that I have to pack! Unbelievable!

"What could we possibly do? And besides, I have to pack!" I said the last sentence very slowly, so that she would understand what I have been trying to say.

"What do you have to pack anyway? He's a rich guy, am I right?" she asked and I nodded. Where is she going with this?

"I'm sure he will buy you a whole new wardrobe since you will have to go to parties and etcetera." she stated nonchalantly while examining her nails.

Why haven't I thought about that before? I have to go to parties with other rich people? Me and rich people won't go well with one another. What if they knew that I am poor and had been working as a waitress as a living? They will surely judge me. I mean, no one likes to be judged!

"I guess you're right," I gave in.

"We should paint our nails, don't you think?" she asked ignoring my previous comment.

"But I thought we were going to do something fun?" I asked trying to keep her thoughts on other things. Painting nails are not fun at all with Amelia. I told you before that she has OCD, so I hope you got my hint when I said painting nails with Amelia is not at all fun.

"Painting nails is fun, Leyla!" she yelled as I made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Yeah, very very fun. Note the sarcasm.

As I was done brushing my teeth, I went out of the bathroom and saw that Amelia is laying on my bed with her eyes closed. Is she going to sleep? Seriously? Who was the one insisting me to wake up to do something fun? But now look at her!

I can hear her snoring lightly. What shall I do with her? I thought mischievously. A brilliant idea came into my mind and I know I must do it.

I sprinted towards the store room and pulled out the vacuum machine. I went back into my bedroom and set up the machine. Revenge is just so sweet.

I turned on the machine and pointed it towards her, making her slightly flying here, in my bedroom. It was so funny. She was startled awake and was now staring at me in anger. I couldn't help myself that I started laughing uncontrollably.

The reason why I used the vacuum machine was because, whenever it's her day off, she would vacuum the whole apartment, including my bedroom. I can't sleep when there is a loud noise, so RIP to all the sleep that I could have gotten. But to trade it with this? I couldn't ask for any other. It was hilarious!

"It's not funny, Leyla Brooks!" she really is mad when she calls my full name. Oh well...

"You're the one who said that today, we should have fun and that indeed, is very fun!" I stated proving my point.