Hey guys, long time no see! Who knew that school would through a gazillion projects and tests at me all at the same time?! Anyway, I'm back now- Here's Chapter six. Enjoy ^-^

Recap of Chapter five: After some suggestion from Max, Cheyenne decides that it's safer to spend a few nights at her best friend Katelyn's igloo. They spent the first night going down memory lane and talking about boys. The next day,Cheyenne and Rick practice some tricks for the surf competition. The following morning, Cheyenne wakes up early and decides to take a jog. That's when she runs into Max who tells her that he really needs Macey490's bracelet and that he is responsible for her disappearance.

Christmas Memories

"What I am about to tell you next, is something that I never revealed to the police." Max announces to me, "it didn't seem to matter at that time. But first, do you work for the Everyday Phone Facility?"

I shake my head.

"Interesting," he mutters. "Anyway, Macey490 isn't someone to just run away without a very good reason for it and she isn't the type to just get kidnapped either. She's a black belt ninja and has collected all three elements: fire, water, and snow. She also isn't one to stay quietly in the background. My point is, Macey490 isn't dead and I think that I can prove it."

I look at Max in shock and doubt. Could what he was saying"Max, I..."

Before I could even finish my sentence, Max cuts me off. "My full name is MCarter13. I worked with Macey490 years ago and I'm also the anonymous friend who assisted the police in the investigation."

I bite my lips as my thoughts swirl around inside my head. MCarter13 shakes his head, sadly.

"There is one fact that still bothers me to this day. It's a tiny fact so unimportant that I didn't even bother to tell the police."

There is a sudden pause as if MCarter13 is trying to build up the suspense or if what was coming next is almost too painful to recall.

"What?" I finally inquire, "what is it?'

MCarter13 inhales sharply as if gathering his strength.

"Her face," he reveals. "I can still remember what I read on her face moments after she left the party. She looked as if she was saying goodbye to everyone for the last time and then she glanced down at her phone and then walked out the door."

"You saw her leave?" I announce in shock.

MCarter13 nods his head.

"And I was the only one who actually did. We had just finished talking about the year's upcoming Christmas party, it's something our news staff did, and it was Macey490's turn to host it. That's not the reason why she disappeared though," he insisted. "There must have been something else...and..."

I study the penguin in front of me. He looks more vulnerable than he probably would have liked to show me, or anyone for that matter.

"Max...if you want to stop" I exclaim, concerned about his current mental condition.

"No...I have to say this now or I won't ever say it at all." MCarter13 states, "besides I have to have that bracelet."

I look into his eyes, worried as I try to discern the truth.

"I believer you" I interrupt him again.

"What?' He exclaims, confused.

I take the bracelet off of my wrist and put it in in his fin. The red penguin stares down at the bracelet, now in his possession, and closes his fin around it.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

I nod my head.

"Yeah," I confirm.

He gives a sigh of relief and his frail state suddenly disappears.

"You have no idea how important this bracelet is." MCarter13 informs, "how much it means to me."

For a moment his face looks scary but then he resumes to his normal self.

"Macey490" I start to ask, switching the conversation a little. "Is she...er...was she your girlfriend?"

"...She isn't" he admits. "Not anymore."

After a long pause, MCarter13 finally takes a step backward.

"I...I've got to go," he stammers before taking off.

I stand there by the snow forts in a daze. I gave him the bracelet but do I really trust him? I shake that thought away. No, I do believe him. What he said was true. I glance down at my wristwatch and realize how much time has passed.

"I've got to get back to Kaitlyn's" I say to myself. "I need to get to work."

I hurry back to Kaitlyn's igloo and change out of my track suit. Then I hurry over to the Pizza Parlor. Today is a very slow day, not many penguins came in. My boss suspects that it's because of the big dance party over at the Night Club.

"You can leave early today," my boss states.

I hang up my apron and then head back to Kaitlyn's igloo to grab my surfboard and Sky. I head to the beach and start to surf the waves. And to think, this year's National Surf Competition is going to be held here on this beach in less than twenty-four hours. I decide to work on my surprise move a little. Rick came to join me a few hours later.

"You've been practicing for hours" he remarks, stating the obvious. "I think it's time we take a break."

I stare back the ocean in desire to continue training. Rick looks at me and laughs.

"Nervous?" He implies, again stating the obvious.

I can only nod my head as we paddle back to shore. If I win this competition, I can move onto the International Surf competition that is being held on the Spanish servers next year.

"Don't push yourself" Rick advises, handing me a bottle of water. "The worst you can do is over exert yourself before the big heat."

I nod again as I stare out at the ocean. Lots of other penguins are practicing for the big day tomorrow. I can already tell by their strategies that most of them won't even make it to bronze.

"Hey, no judging penguins!" Rick warns, noticing where I was looking. "They could be hiding their special move from everyone."

I just shrug off the comment and continue to watch the penguins. There's one penguin that I didn't seem to recognize. They were a grey color, no...silver, and they had a nearly perfect form while balancing on their surfboard. Ooops...I said that too soon. I wince as a wave crashes into the silver penguin's board and they lose their balance. They must be a rookie at this. Everyone knows that you don't surf that close to the edge of a wave.

"That's enough surfing for today," Rick announces, snapping me back to where I am.

"What?" I ask, disappointed.

"You're done as well," he answers.

"I can still work on..."

Rick shakes his head. "No, you're not. I know you too well. You're going to over do it and be sore tomorrow."

Rick takes out his phone.

"Hi...yeah she is...will do...okay bye."

"Rick?"

Rick smiles as he looks at me.

"Kaitlyn needs you back at her igloo," he informs me. "She needs your help baking cookies."

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Come on, let's go back to Kaitlyn's and back some cookies" he orders.

I growl at him before leaving the beach. Erg, he's going to pay for this...they both will. I know from the start that this is a set up. Rick knows how nervous I am and that I will end up over practicing before the competition. Rick and Kaitlyn know me too well as my best friends. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

I spent the rest of the day, baking dozens of cookies. I'm not quite sure why we are baking so many. It's around seven 0' clock at night when Kaitlyn decides that we've baked enough cookies. I'm never baking another batch of cookies ever again. I think to myself as I collapse on my bed. I fall asleep only to dream about the strangest thing, baking cookies. It's hardly worth mentioning the details of it though.

I am nine years old baking cookies with my mom. She laughs after I accidentally set the mixer's power to three. She fixes the power and then cleans up the splattered dough. Now we're both laughing as we decorate the cookies with icing. That's when dad gets home and my face lights up.

"Daddy!" I yell, as he quickly drops his stuff by the door.

I run up to him and my dad picks me up and hugs me.

"Look!"I exclaim in triumph, holding a gingerbread cookie in my hand.

It's supposed to look more like a gingerbread person but looked more like a round smiley face.

"Wow!

That's amazing" my dad states, before stealing a bite out of my cookie.

"Hey!" I shout, "that was for Merry Walrus!"

My dad chuckles as he puts me down and then looks at my mom.

"How was work?" My mom asks as dad enters the kitchen.

I couldn't quite hear their conversation after that but then the scene changes. Now my parents and I are sitting around the decorated pine tree in our pajamas. My dad hands me a large rectangular shaped package wrapped in dark green paper. I gleefully open the package and gasp in surprise. It's a brand new surfboard with a pink flower on one side of it.

That's when I woke up. I stare across the room at my surfboard. The pink flower floating on the top. A wave of fear and excitement washes over me. Today is the day!

Wow, a lot of interesting events happened here. First Max is MCarter13 and he told Cheyenne that Macey's disappearance wasn't just a fluke! Then Cheyenne reveals bits about her past Cheyenne lives alone but her parents have been no where to be seen till now. I wonder what happened to them. and the surf competition is finally here! Find out what happens next, this Sunday, November 5!

RR:

Steven2Desmond. CommSylveon2930- Your theory continues to intrigue me.

read noob- I apologize, but this story has actually been written ahead of time. In fact, the story is written on loose leaf paper that is laying in a binder on my shelf. Normally, I like adding other people's penguins into my stories on short notice but this story in particular already has a set cast of characters and storyline. If I continue writing after this one is over, I will consider putting in your character then.