I was stuffed from dinner, showered, and tucked in bed. Mom and Aunt Nellie never moved from their places in their beds since I last checked on them. Paris stayed with me for 20 minutes after she walked me back from Barefoot Grill. Even she failed to wake them up after seven attempts. It was worse than Rhonda making snide comments about me when Paris stopped to talk to her before meeting me upstairs. I was mostly relieved that I was in my own space, well temporary space. I was dreaded to say it but I'm ready to go home. I don't think I can take another day here without having a gut feeling of a series of sinistrality occurring, one worse than the one before. They would definitely understand if they were conscious, and we could depart on the next day. I even asked for Paris to spend the night with me, but she had more of Rhonda's tasks to do. How much more of a toxic dictator can she be? It makes no difference to being a tyrannical headmistress. Why hasn't she fled since the day she left my school? The thoughts scrambled my mind as I tossed and turned vigorously. In about an hour I found myself slumbering soundly.
I woke up around what felt like 2am. From what I recall it was a little after 10 when I fell asleep. It was still dark outside minus the surrounding streetlights with dim rays curtaining the AC and nightstand. I walked to the refrigerator to drink a cup of milk as I discreetly peeked at the two queen beds in the opposite bedroom. My insides felt queasy as I recall feeling like something is off. While gulping down milk, I trotted to the beds to try to wake them up again. "Mom? Aunt Nellie?" The beds were empty. No sign of either one still there. Their indents left traces of their body warmth and nurture. My cup slipped out of my hand and teetered on its side on the carpet. I didn't know what to feel. Agony, fear, sorrow, guilt? It was churning wildly in my head that it started to hurt. My stomach knotted up in response to the sight. I was desperate to call for help, but I didn't have time to annoy anybody at this hour. Instead I leaped on Mom's bed, slammed my face into her pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs. It felt like an eternity releasing every unit of energy flowing through me.
Oh hamburgers… The effort from exasperated relief potentially numbed my throat and lungs. Now that was over, how am I going to find them? Where could they be? How and when did they recover from their mysterious slumber case? The more questions that crammed inside me, the more stress weighed down. I barely know anybody at the resort, and it sucks that I have no proof of who could have done this to them. Alternatively my guy told me who the culprit most likely is.
Suddenly an idea hatched in my brain. I went into the other bedroom and sat on my bed. If I were to get on the next level I had to practice with my mind some more. Since day one I have discovered only to move one thing at a time. What if I could move two things at once? Maybe more if possible. The salt and pepper shakers topped this example, despite moving one after the other.
"Just concentrate," I said aloud to myself. My phone was next to the TV remote on the nightstand in between the beds. They were average sized items but I did a personal pep talk to conquer the next level. I positioned myself in the foot of the bed and glared at them. I waited for everything but the phone and remote to blur. They were now the only things in sight. I forced myself with some extra strain to strengthen the movements. As soon as my eyeballs grew hot, my phone stood itself up on its bottom edge. It teetered for a moment then fell flat. "Come on…" I remained focused and lifted my phone up again; this time it balanced itself on the bottom. One thing out of the way. I transferred my strain toward the remote. It took a little longer than intended, but I made it slowly stand up beside my phone. Yes! It wasn't long until I began to falter with the process. The strain was swallowing me, but I'm still standing and shoving through. For a few moments both the phone and remote levitated from the stand at the height of the lamp.
I soon remembered that I have to follow where objects go even when they are lifted up. The last step was to make them move on cue without the excess strength. The devices dropped on the bed then rose up again as I flicked my head upward. They were floating near the ceiling. "I'm doing it!" I gazed at my pillow and within two seconds it rocked side to side. Half of the items in the room I successfully practiced with, and they were placed back in their spots without any mars.
"Oh, jeez," I sighed, rubbing my head as I laid down. "I'm a little woozy from all of that." It was tiresome like exercise when you push yourself or do it seldomly. On the bright side, I have accomplished moving more than one object at once. Another idea popped up, and I already planned it. I dialed Tweek's number. Since he was the only classmate I met at the resort, it would save me time to explain today's episode.
"Butters?" Tweek said with a jittery tone. "W/-what's going on? Are you ok?"
"Of course," I told him. "I just want to give you a heads up if you hear any commotion in a little while. Don't be scared."
"What do you mean? Did something happen?"
I smirked. "Very soon it will."