Hidden While Still In Sight[Cancelled]

(Chapter 2) Killing Justin Bieber with my Pillow Pet

     The sky was a crisp, tinted orange as I lay out on my roof.  Even though it was already September, the air was still hot and humid.  The roofing outside of my bedroom window was not flat, just at a slight angle.  This along with this section of the roof being long, it made it the perfect place to sleep on hot humid nights.  My eyes starting to close as my brain drifted into unconsciousness, I checked my phone for the last time before I would fall asleep.  It was 2:30 AM.  A cool breeze drifted lightly through the trees, making them sway back and forth.  The sound was so soothing.  Bumps on my skin rose slightly when the wind tickled my arms and nose.  It was such a peaceful night.  I was seconds away from full sleep until,

     THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE AIIIR, YEAH, my phone blared.

     I sat up immediately, grabbing my phone and hitting answer just to make the music stop.

     “What!?” I screamed into the phone without checking who it was.

     “Henna!  This is an emergency!” Nathan yelled into his phone, earning a sigh from me.

     “What is it?” I murmured, rubbing my eyes.  The term emergency was used very loosely with Nathan.  An emergency could be anything from a zombie apocalypse to he ran out of Diet Mountain Dew.

     “I think there’s someone in my house.” Nathan whispered.

     “Be a man!” I yelled at him.

     “I think it’s the guy I didn’t tip at the taco truck last week.” Nathan laughed.

     “Nathan!  You prank called me at,” I checked the time.  “At 2:42 AM!?  Why would you-…..you ate at a taco truck?” I raised my eye brow.

     “Um…yeah.  I had the grandee burrito, extra green sauce.” I could hear the grin on Nathan’s lips.

     “Nathan, do you know what’s in green sauce?” I questioned him.

     “Yeah.  Vegetables, and…other stuff.” He rambled.

     “Cumin is in green sauce, Nathe.”

     “That explains why my stomach has been rumbling all night.  I hate being allergic to cumin.  Did you know cumin is in….never mind, it’s not important.” He sighed.  “Can I come over?”

     “No!” I gasped.

“A. My mom is home

 B. I am TRYING to sleep,

C. It’s the middle of the night and,

D. MY MOM IS HOME,

 Do you know how much trouble I would be in?” I ranted.  Even though Nathan WAS my best friend, there were limitations on visiting times.  Nathan turned silent.

     “Nathan?”

     “Nathino?”

     “Natherama?”

     Click

     I pulled my head back in confusion.  That jerk hung up on me.  I sighed and fell back into my fusion of pillows and blankets.  Snuggling back into my Giraffe pillow pet, I fell asleep.

     My dream consisted of three things.  Myself, my pillow pet, and a creepy stalker dude.

     “Wake up sleeping beauty.” The weirdo sneered as his nose almost touched mine.  I started to scream but all that came out was a horse wail.  So, to improvise, I hit him in the face with Butter (my pillow pet) until he fell of the roofs ledge.  When I peered over the ledge I saw him lying on the ground, dead.  I hadn’t seen his face clearly, and now he looked so fermiler.  I cocked my head to the side, running faces through my mind, trying to make a match.  Crap, I thought to myself as my eyes widened and my hand rose to my wide open mouth.  I just killed Justin Bieber.