Chapter #8grab Emily's head by: Unknown “Hey, Emily? How well do you know the layout of our house?” You ask.
“Uh, pretty well, I guess? Why?” She asked, sensing the undercurrent of mischief you’d been trying to suppress.
“Oh, no real reason. It’s just that, now that my head’s free floating, it feels like I’m getting a whole new perspective on the things I see everyday, you know?” You lift your head high above your shoulders. “I can see the tops of all the tall shelves in here. Could use a good dusting. You say, turning side to side. Tilting your head down, you say “I can see your roots from up here. Could use a good bleaching.”
“Ha ha.” Emily humorlessly responded, tucking her head into her armpit to hide the top of her scalp. While you personally thought her natural medium brown hair was cute, after all it was the same color as your hair and you were cute, Emily preferred the blond look and had been bleaching her hair since she was 14. “I have a hair appointment tomorrow, ass.”
“Aw, I didn’t mean to touch a nerve!” You said, your tone sickly and sarcastically sweet. You lower your head all the way to the floor, setting it down on the cool, slightly rough floor in front of your feet. A tingling sensation ran up the remaining vertebrae attached to you, your body shivering at the odd sensation. “I was just saying how much you notice when you take a new perspective. Like, down here I can see under all of dad’s toolboxes, the workbenches, the… oh, so THAT’S where he’s been hiding your phone.”
“What? Where?!” Emily demanded, immediately dropping to her knees and resting her head on the floor facing the same direction as your own head. You knew that line would get her attention. Your dad had confiscated Emily’s phone after she dented the family car texting and driving last month, and she’d been clawing at the walls ever since. She’d tried begging, bargaining, reasoning, and had searched for its hiding spot every day. You hadn’t actually seen the phone down here, of course. You’re pretty sure it was in dad’s desk at work. But, now that Emily was properly distracted, your master plan could commence.
“Yoink!” You said, quickly picking up your and your sister’s heads and sprinting out of the garage.
“Hey!” Your sister cried, her body scrambling to its feet and trying to give chase. Without being able to where she was going, however, your sister quickly found herself slamming chest first into the side of the garage door you’d flung open in your escape, collapsing with a hiss. “What are you doing?!”
“You said you knew the layout of the house pretty well. I wanted to test that!” You say, running through the halls, up the stairs, and into your sister’s room. Setting your heads down on her dresser, both facing your body, you began rummaging through her drawers much to your sister’s chagrin. OK, so maybe your ‘master plan’ wasn’t exactly Machiavellian in scope, but you still thought it was funny.
“Stop it you little creep! What are you, five?” She demanded, her cheeks going red as you began digging through her dresser.
“What are you, five?” You repeated, in a mocking tone. “Come and make me stop!” You said. In truth, this was pretty juvenile of you, but something about finding a magic guillotine and losing your head has made you more impulsive than usual. Besides, you still owed Emily payback for the time she snuck into your room and snooped around on your computer. You don’t know what she saw, but you do know that ever since, her friends giggle and whisper whenever they see you. Even the cute one you sort of crushed on, Amber.
As you rifled through Emily’s belongings, trying to find something juicy that you could tell your own friends about, you heard sounds downstairs. Sounds of a body stumbling around blindly as it tried to navigate a path it had only this morning been so familiar with. Eventually, Emily’s body…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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