Friday the 13: MISSING

I had always been extremely jealous of Aubrey Taylor. She was everything that I was not in ways that made me look at her and wish we could trade lives. She was gorgeous of course, with her pin straight blonde hair and powder blue eyes. Her figure was the main attraction for every guy in school, and almost all of the guys would die to call her his. Literally… DIE. She was head cheerleader and every teacher loved her more than every other student. (Although they would never admit it of course.) She was beautiful and intelligent… yea, EVERYTHING I was not.
On Friday, February thirteenth I pushed through the school hallways and began my normal routine.
“Katie!” A high voice called from behind me. I turned quickly to see who had called my name. I must have been dreaming. Aubrey Taylor would NEVER talk to me.
“Uh…yea?” I stuttered unable to think. I was half angry because here she stood so beautiful, and half stunned because well, here she stood talking to me.
“Do you think I could keep my bag in your locker for now? Megan’s not at school today and I really don’t want to use Rachel’s because she’s a disgusting pig, and Jenn has the flu and I defiantly don’t want to catch it and my locker is full of all my cheerleading stuff. So would that be a problem?” How did she find the breath to say that all in one sentence the way she did?
“Uh...Yea sure no problem. You can just follow me to my locker.” I turned and began walking self consciously while she followed. Stupid thoughts ran through my head. What if my jeans aren’t a brand she likes? What if my hair doesn’t look good enough for her? What if she didn’t like the color of my nail polish? Very stupid thoughts. We reached my locker and stuffed her bag and mine inside of it.
“Thanks. I’ll be back for it after school.” She gave me a smile that almost blew me away and I smiled back like an idiot.
The day flew by as I sat stupidly fidgeting with my fingers through every class. I left the classroom only once during second hour to use the restroom. I have no memory of my bathroom break surprisingly. The final bell rang for sixth hour class and the class began bustling out the door. I walked out slowly, checking my bag to make sure I had my book for last hour.
“Katie!” My best friend Angie ran breathlessly up to me. “Did you hear what happened?” She had a look of horror and excitement on her face.
“No. What is it?” I have to admit I was excited even though I thought gossiping was a waste of time for young girls.
“Aubrey Taylor is missing. She asked to go the restroom in second hour and she never came back and nobody has seen her since.”
“That’s real funny ang.” I smiled sarcastically at her and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not kidding Katie. Aubrey is gone”
“ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS, DO NOT REPORT TO YOUR LAST HOUR CLASS. REPORT STRAIGHT TO THE GYMNASIUM. STRAIGHT TO THE GYMNASIUM,” A loud voice boomed over the intercom. Suddenly I knew Angie was not joking.
The gym was packed with very confused students. Everyone was asking what was going on and wiggling in their seats.
“Quite down everybody.” The principal called out. Everyone was quite in an instant and very intent.
“We have a missing student and I do not want any one freaking out when we discuss this. Are we clear?” Nobody answered. The principal took a deep breathe and continued.
“Who was the last person to see Aubrey Taylor?” Suddenly people were shouting and fear spread through the room. The knot in my stomach was so tight I thought I was going to be sick.
“Please guys please! Quiet down. We are doing our best to find her. The police have been called and her parents have been notified. There are a couple police officers looking through the lockers to see if they can find any evidence. Mr. Yung is with them to identify anything of hers they may not recognize.
Aubrey’s bag is in my locker!! I felt heaves rushing from my stomach up my throat. My forehead broke into a cold sweat and I sank down in my seat praying to god I didn’t get sick. Just then Mr. Yung walked in carrying Aubrey’s bag. I closed my eyes and took deep breathes to keep from passing out. When I opened my eyes, Mr. Yung was pointing at me.
I felt myself being yanked up by a very strong pair of hands. A husky looking police officer had a hold of me. He twisted my hands behind my back and put handcuffs on me.
“WHAT? You can’t take me away! You haven’t even heard my side of the story!” I began screaming and trying to twist free. I looked like an idiot. I watched from somewhere up high as they took me away. Wait, how could I see myself being carried away? Was that me or is this me? What’s going on? Everything around me became a blur and I was alone in the darkness.
“Katie?” Someone was calling my name… “Katie? It’s time to get ready.” I know that voice… “It’s time for school honey.” I opened my eyes slowly and my room slowly came into focus. I sat up in a daze and confused.
“You were sleeping hard Kate. I was almost afraid to wake you up. I didn’t want to ruin your dreams” My mom kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. It was just a dream. But it was so real…
I got ready for school not really concentrating on getting ready but on my dream. Could that have been one of those dreams that predict the future? No, but it was so realistic… I was confused and tried to concentrate on my bowl of frosted flakes. If there were any chances that would have worked I would have been very pleased, but the subject decided to stay on my mind.
At school I shoved through the doorway and started making my way down the hallway.
“Katie!” I turned without thinking. No, not even possible. This was a sick joke.
“Would it be alright if I kept my bag in your locker? Megan’s not at school today and I really don’t want to use Rachel’s because she’s a disgusting pig, and Jenn has the flu and I defiantly don’t want to catch it and my locker is full of all my cheerleading stuff. So would that be a problem?” I looked at her and all around me. Everything was exactly the same as last night. Her shoes, her outfit, her hair, my outfit, my hair. I pulled out my phone and looked at the date. Friday Feb. 13.
“No I don’t think that would be such a good idea Aubrey.” I swallowed as the look on her face turned cold.
“Whatever then Katie. Gosh you are such a freak. Megan was right about you.” She flipped her long blonde hair and stomped away.
I’d rather be a freak then go missing Aubrey Taylor. I’ll see you in the bathroom in second hour…