Libby Folifax knew something weird was going on with Cindy Vortex. Maybe it was because she's known the girl since preschool, it was some sort of supernatural best friend connection thing. But whatever it was, something was telling her something weird was going on tonight.
Libby couldn't go to sleep, so she sat on the living room couch watching a replay of the Boondocks. You know the episode when Hughey and Riley go to R. Kelly's trial. The show kind of pissed her off but she was watching it anyway. She didn't like what they were showing on Comedy Central, just stupid stand-up comedians trying to hard to be funny. And she didn't like watching Law & Order late at night. It kind of creeped her out. So she was stuck with the Boondocks.
Libby's eyes were throbbing. She was holding a glass of lukewarm milk in one hand and the remote in the other, turning the volume down when it went on commercial break. She was dressed in her pajamas, a black tank top and Spongebob girl boxers, and of course those fuzzy baby blue slippers Cindy got her for Christmas last year.
Finally, Libby cut the TV off and got up from the couch about to call it quits when she heard the mail slot on the door slink open and a letter flop onto the welcome mat. Libby froze.
Wait a minute, she thought. Mail at this hour?
Then she tensed. A burgular!
Libby scampered across the hall, cutting off all the lights and held her breath. She waited a few moments, but heard nothing, so she tip-toed to the front door, and there on the welcome mat was a letter addressed to her.
Libby instantly recognized the handwriting, reached down and picked it up. Libby's heart began to pound, she already knew what happened it was a gut feeling. She ripped the letter open and read the following:
Dear Libby,
I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend to you, and I'm sorry for ruining your reputation and your golden years at Junior Highschool. If it weren't for me, you'd probably be so popular. Well, I'm writing this because I'm running away.
Libby gasped. Her suspicions had been correct. That meant that Cindy had just been here to drop that letter off. Libby yanked the front door open and padded out onto the street. She shivered and stared deep into the night.
"Cindy!" Libby shouted. "Cindy if you can hear me you better get your ass back here!" Libby shook her head angrily. "Dammit Cindy!" She then jogged two or three blocks with no success, then she sprinted to Cindy's house but still found nothing. Remembering she was wearing nothing but boxers and a sleeveless T, Libby shivered again. She walked under a street light and read the rest of the letter.
Don't try to look for me, because by the time you read this letter I'll be miles away. Please Libby, I want you to understand that this is for the best. But I don't want you to suffer because of my sudden decision.
I sent a letter to Nick as well, and I told him that if he doesn't clear up my name and tell everyone the truth about why we really broke up, then you post a bunch of pictures of his penis all over school. You're probably wondering how you're going to get pictures of Nick in the nude, not to worry, I have that taken care of. If you look in the envelope, there are pictures in there, those would be Nick's. Please make sure he clears everything correctly and not twist it some other way so that he won't look as bad, make sure it's the honest truth, please. And if he doesn't, then you know what to do.
I also sent a letter to Jimmy... You know what I probably said to him. I told him the truth, Libby. The honest truth, and if he has any questions about it, and asks you, please answer everything he wants to know, unless it's my bra size or something irrational.
Libby, I can't express how sorry I am. But I promise to call you as soon as I reach my final destination.
Your best friend,
Cindy Vortex.
Libby cursed angrily and shoved the letter into her boxer pockets. She fought back a sob and felt the pictures within the envelope. She didn't dare look. Nick Dean's penis? Hell naw.
She was standing just across the street from Jimmy's house. She wanted so badly to pound on the door and wake him up and have him read his letter so they can start looking for her. But she knew she'd have to wait. Possibly a week or so. Maybe even her Dad would get the police involved and find her before this Friday. Libby was really planning on going shopping then and wanted to drag Cindy along.
Libby sighed and went back to her house.