The Concert. Part 8
A story of a young girl trying to figure out a mystery… Part 8
Part 8
Why did we come here?’Mia asked.
‘To find the hidden cameras, duh?’ I smiled and started searching.
‘Okay!’ We had divided our roles. I started checking the living room and Mia started checking the kitchen.
‘Aha! Got one.’ I said as I gently plucked a small camera between a bunch of books.
‘Me too!’ Mia yelled from the kitchen. She found it on the top of a cupboard, hidden behind a box of expired cereal.
‘I found another one on the shoe dresser!’ I shouted.
‘There is one in my room too! Behind my old dollhouse.’ Mia cheered from her room.
‘One in the master bedroom too!’
After at least an hour, we both threw ourselves onto Mia’s bed.
‘Oh Boy! I have never run around the house so much.’ Mia groaned.
‘I. Want. Food.’ I muttered. We both rested for 5 mins.
‘Wow, when did the fake Ryan place all the cameras?’ Mia questioned as she stood up.
‘I don’t know, maybe when you came home from the concert. He would have placed every one of them while you were sleeping.’ I answered as I stood up.
‘Hmm makes sense. I am hungry too, what do you wanna eat?’
‘Anything that doesn’t require a lot of work.’
‘Hmmm, what about French toast? There is milk, bread, and eggs.’ Mia asked.
‘Duh?’ We both went into the kitchen and started cooking. Mia dipped the slices of bread in the mixture while I pan-fried it. In a few minutes, we had 2 LARGE towers of French toasts. We sat down and started to eat — actually, gobble. We hadn’t realized we were so hungry.
‘If the fake mom’s weakness was water, it could be the same for the fake Ryan.,’ I spoke after a few bites. ‘Hmmm, yeah. Makes sense.’
‘What if we pour water on him?’
‘He dies, I guess?’
‘But then how will I find out where the real Ryan and Natalie are?’ (Natalie is Mia’s mom)
‘Make the fake dad tell us where they are.’
‘I have an idea.’ Mia’s mouth was full so she acted out — what?.
‘When the fake Ryan comes home today, we kidnap him and tie him to a chair. Afterward, we threaten him to tell us where your real parents are or else-’
‘We will pour water on him’, Mia interrupted.
‘Correct.’
‘Nice plan but how will we tie him to the chair? He could hit us.’ Mia thought and thought and thought then said.
‘Forget the chair. We could trap him in a booby trap!’
‘Fake Ryan could come in a few hours! How will we set up a booby trap from scratch?’
Mia gave me a huge smile and said, ‘When did I mention from scratch?’
I would have looked like a lost mouse in a maze because Mia laughed when she looked at me. She told me to follow her to the kitchen, I followed. Suddenly, Mia shouted ‘STOP’. I stopped walking. She went inside the storeroom. I could hear her mutter something and after she was done muttering I heard a weird sound like she was pulling something. The next thing I knew, I was in a net trap hanging from the ceiling.
‘Woah, baby! What? When? Why?’ I cried. Mia collapsed down laughing. I just kept staring at her while she laughed her lungs out.
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~Arya Bhingradia
A baker, a student, a dancer, a writer, an artist, a daughter, a best friend. Ready to kill someone if they hurt someone I love. In need of a pet.
