CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Callie, what have you done?" Melissa screamed. With a roar, Melissa jumped onto her sister.
"Stop it!" Callie yelled, "Get off me!"
"You killed them, didn't you?" Melissa accused.
"Huh?" Callie said.
"You killed them!" Melissa screeched, "That's blood on your shirt, Callie, and you know it!"
"What is going on here?" A voice demanded. Melissa hopped off of her sister and stared into her parent's angry faces.
"She attacked me!" Callie screamed, pointing to Melissa. "That girl attacked me! And I don't know who she is!"
"Melissa, what were you thinking?" Mrs. Crochet asked. Melissa didn't answer. Instead, she glared at Callie.
"You know Callie doesn't remember you!" Mrs. Crochet said.
Melissa looked at Callie. The red stain, she saw, dripped down to the waistband of her jeans.
"Look at that red stain, Mom!" Melissa exclaimed. "Look at her shirt!"
"Stop blaming things on Callie, Melissa!" Her mother snapped. "Calm down, both of you. It's too late in the morning to go to bed, so get dressed." Mrs. Crochet stomped out of the room, followed by her husband.
With a glare at her sister, Melissa stomped out, too. She just knew that the stain on Callie's shirt was blood. She just had to have been the killer. She just had to be.
"Callie, what have you done?" Melissa screamed. With a roar, Melissa jumped onto her sister.
"Stop it!" Callie yelled, "Get off me!"
"You killed them, didn't you?" Melissa accused.
"Huh?" Callie said.
"You killed them!" Melissa screeched, "That's blood on your shirt, Callie, and you know it!"
"What is going on here?" A voice demanded. Melissa hopped off of her sister and stared into her parent's angry faces.
"She attacked me!" Callie screamed, pointing to Melissa. "That girl attacked me! And I don't know who she is!"
"Melissa, what were you thinking?" Mrs. Crochet asked. Melissa didn't answer. Instead, she glared at Callie.
"You know Callie doesn't remember you!" Mrs. Crochet said.
Melissa looked at Callie. The red stain, she saw, dripped down to the waistband of her jeans.
"Look at that red stain, Mom!" Melissa exclaimed. "Look at her shirt!"
"Stop blaming things on Callie, Melissa!" Her mother snapped. "Calm down, both of you. It's too late in the morning to go to bed, so get dressed." Mrs. Crochet stomped out of the room, followed by her husband.
With a glare at her sister, Melissa stomped out, too. She just knew that the stain on Callie's shirt was blood. She just had to have been the killer. She just had to be.