"What were you two talking about?" Charlie repeated.
"W-we were talking-" Luke stammered.
"We were talking about the field trip," I blurted.
"What field trip?" Charlie asked.
"The field trip to the museum," Luke answered.
"We were discussing if we should bring money or something."
Charlie leaned his large body against the doorway.
"When is the field trip?"
"Next week," I answered.
"The trip costs fifteen dollars."
Convinced, Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out the money.
"I'm putting it on your desk," he said, laying the money on my desktop.
"That's fine, Charlie." I said. "I've already-"
"It's my treat," Charlie interrupted.
"Come downstairs, your mother has already picked the movie."
"Okay," I said.
Luke looked at me then followed to the living room.
The popcorn bowls were filled, Mom is already placing the disc in the DVD player, and the moving boxes have been put away.
"What's the movie called?" I asked.
"It's a French romantic comedy," Mom squealed.
"So, what's the title?" Charlie asked.
"Something French," Mom shrugged.
Luke gave me a questionable look. In return, I gave him a nervous smile.
Charlie turned off the lights and sat next to Mom.
I sat next to Luke and stared at the blue screen. Within a few minutes, the movie appeared in the television. The scenery and the characters were black and white.
A woman with dark hair and a white dress said something to a man who is supposedly her husband. He laughs at her comment then starting yelling.
Mom and Charlie were leaning next to each other like they're teenagers again.
Charlie whispered something in her ear and Mom laughed. I moaned and took Luke by the hand.
"Let's hurry," I urged. "Before they start making out."
Mom kissed Charlie on the beard.
"Ew!" Luke whispered.
"Welcome to my life," I grunted. "Come on, your parents might be looking for you."
Eagerly, Luke followed me back upstairs and shut the door.
As I opened the window, Luke marveled my room.
My room had periwinkle blue walls, purple carpet floors, and a large canopy bed.
Photos of my family were perched on my desktop and drawer, Sherlock Holmes novels stacked neatly on the bed, and my closer was halfway open, revealing my clothes.
"Nice place," he said, pointing at my Scooby Doo rug. "You're a fan of the Mystery Incorporated?"
"No way," I gasped.
"You like Scooby-Doo?" Luke nodded.
"The dog is my favorite," he chuckled.
"Mine is Daphne," I said.
YOU ARE READING
Kidnapped
Mystery / ThrillerCole Teri Porter is a seventeen year old biracial girl who recently moved to San Francisco with her mother named Willow. Just as she was about to get use to her stay, she was kidnapped, along with her classmates, during a field trip to the museum. ...
