Young Annabelle (22 page)

New message from: Jenna!

From: Jenna

So I’ve been thinking……

I read the short, vague message again
before I texted back:
What do u mean you’ve been thinking? That’s
usually not a good thing…

I grabbed my nearly finished pop from my side
table, it was slightly warm but I downed it anyways. The chocolate
and potato chip combination had made me thirsty. I tucked the empty
can behind my dresser as I waited for Jenna to explain her cryptic
message.

Beep! Beep!

From: Jenna

What! Between u and I, I’m obviously the
brains! Anyways…..I got me an idea!

As I read the message, the doorbell rang.

Who could that be?

In the middle of typing a response to her,
three knocks on my door caught me off guard. I flew off my bed,
grabbing the half eaten bag of chips.

“Just a minute!” I yelled frantically as I
tucked the bag underneath my bed. Thank goodness the rest of my
supply was safe in my bag, which I had stored in the closet. I had
no worries about my drinks going warm or my chocolate melting, the
air conditioning was always on high – the energy bill must be
ridiculous. Before opening the door, I wiped the edges of my mouth,
hoping to eliminate any remnants of evidence. I wasn’t in the mood
for an interrogation.

Just make sure to stand at
least two meters away if it’s Mom, otherwise she’ll smell it on
your breath!
I reminded
myself before twisting the knob and opening the door.

I blinked in surprise.

Jenna?

“Whaaa?” I muttered, confused at the sight of
my best friend leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

She pushed off the wall and strode into my
room.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her bewilderedly as she crossed
the doorway.

“Like I said, I’ve been thinking,” she
exclaimed stopping in front of my bed, examining it for a second
before looking back up at me.

“Thinking about what?” I asked
hesitantly.

A smile slowly broke across her face as her
eyes narrowed in on me.

“Feel like going to a party?”