I blinked my eyes open, waking up to a cloudy Saturday. I sat up in bed thinking about how I wish this weekend would go on forever, looking at the dried up spit wads on the floor. But, I wanted this weekend to last as well. With my birthday being right around the corner on September 17th. Only four more days away now.
My cell phone started buzzing like crazy. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID and number. Katie.
"Hello?" I answered, sleepily.
Katie's hyper voice sprang through the phone, "Hey! Did I wake you up? Do you have any plans for today? I'm gonna come over! Is it okay if I come over?"
"You had coffee this morning didn't you?" I questioned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"I don't know, maybe? Yeah, why? It doesn't really make a difference does it?"
"It does, you're a little more hyper than usual," I stated with a yawn.
"You sound tired. Maybe I should let you sleep more. Did I wake you?" she asked again.
"No, I woke up on my own. Just a few minutes before you called."
"Oh, okay! So, I'll be right over!"
"No, wait," I warned.
"What?" she asked with little huffs at the end as if she already started running.
I looked at the dried up spit wads. I didn't want her to be complaining how I didn't say something, then march me down to the school to tell whatever soul is there at the time.
"Hello?" she cooed impatiently. "Earth to Rachel! You still have someone on the phone!"
"Right, sorry. I'll come over there, alright?" I said.
"Really?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes, yes. I'll be over in fifteen minutes."
"Make it ten!" she hung up.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine," I said, snapping my phone shut, a bit annoyed.
Whether she liked it or not it was going to be fifteen minutes because it took me ten minutes to get out of bed and clean up my messy self. I nearly jumped off the top step to get downstairs.
"Ma, Pa, I'm going over to Katie's!" I ran to open the door.
"Wait, Rachel!" Mom cried after me.
I turned back to her. She held a small smile on her face and walked over to me, carefully taking my hand.
"You should know that we found out you're going to be having a little sister, Hun," she held my hand carefully.
I smiled small. "That's great, Ma!" I hugged her gently. "That's great."
"I'm glad you're happy about this," she told me.
"Who wouldn't be?" I said stepping out of her arms.
She smiled at me. "Have a good time, Sweetie."
"Thanks, Ma! Goodbye, Pa!" I shouted.
"Have fun," came his tired, muffled voice.
I ran out the door and ran down the street until I reached the town.
Katie's house wasn't that far even though I had to run through town just to get there. I expected to be running into a nagging, hyper Katie, but instead, when I answered the door, there was a look of worry on her face and she dragged me into her house saying, "This is just terrible! You aren't going to believe this!"
We ran upstairs into her room and she pulled out a DVD with nothing written on it. She put it in her DVD player and pressed play. She sat on her bed with sad eyes and dragged me onto the bed next to her.
"Next on FOX NEWS!" The television screamed. The came the a formal woman voice,"A young girl by the age of 16 named Melanie Hardwex was found dead in the town of San Juan Capistrano, California, from a despicable murder with a knife driven into her heart and with a broken arm and a broken ankle. There have been many other similar incidents in the towns of Death Valley, Victor Ville, Corona, San Diego, and now San Juan Capistrano. Police are investigating the murderer as we speak, but none have managed to even get a clue of what he looks like. He was said to only murder at night, on account of when the poor souls were murdered. I'm Gretchen Carlson and it is 8:25 which means time to move onto the weather report. what do you have for us, Steve-" Katie shut off the TV.
I stared blankly at it for a moment.
"Rach, do you know what this means?" Katie looked at me with a look of terror.
I felt like my heart stopped and I sighed. "Okay, I didn't come to your house to be frightened. Let's just talk or paint nails, dye your hair, or something."
"I do need to dye my hair again, but I need the dye," she told me.
"Come on, the stores right across the street we'll go get it."
"I'm not going there by myself!" she interjected.
"We're going together, Idiot!" I rolled my eyes and grabbed Katie's wrist. "Besides, it's like Carlson said; this dude only murders at night. Now, come!"
She trotted behind me following me all the way to the store without a word, but continuously watched for any suspicious looking people.
I was glad to finally reach the store, and I could tell Katie was too with her sigh of relief to be around a whole bunch of people.
I looked at the dye colors reading each one carefully. "Which one's yours, Kate?"
"It's this one! Light brown!" She pointed at the one above my head. I reached for it and grabbed it accidentally knocking a few down.
I bent down and picked up the dye's and filed them back into their correct slots.
"What if that murderer comes here? What if he kills someone we know?. . ." Katie's voice trailed off with concern.
"Hey, what if the dude killed Derek? I'd praise the murderer." We broke into laughter and I shook my head. "Nah, I don't wish bad on anyone," I added.
"Oh, you couldn't hurt a fly," she stated as we walked to the front of the store.
"I could if I wanted to!" I grimaced.
"Psh, yeah in your dreams."
I elbowed her hard in the arm. "I could hurt you."
"Ow!" she yelped rubbing her side. "Jerk!"
"You know you still love me."
"Of course." We laughed as I handed the dye to the check out lady. Soon we had paid and were ready to go.
For Katie, it meant out into the "dangerous town" where as her house was only just across the street.
"So, I couldn't hurt a fly, but I'm not scared of much. But you could hurt anyone that hurt you and you're as scared as a girl being haunted," I stated.
"Well. . . yeah that's pretty much it."
We laughed again.