“Well, let’s assume she never even made it here. That she left when the Corvette crashed to…” I paused to think of why she would leave.
“Ta goo gat halp!” Chris replied, mouth full of peanut butter. Maybe.
“Chris get your hand out of the peanut butter, that’s disgusting!!” I snapped. He just shrugged, and grabbed a spoon instead.
“Most likely. So she probably went to a hospital. But then where after that?” I asked aloud.
“Oh Chloe, is it a weird custom to put paper in peanut butter in… wherever we are?” Chris asked. I had then realized I didn’t even know where we were. I flung open the curtains and gasped to see the 102 floored Empire State Building. Wow. That’s a lot of shiny windows.
“Well, as far as I know, they don’t do that in New York!” I replied, breathless. The windows shone like crystals in the sunlight. Flakes of snow quietly fell to the ground, covering the New York streets. I quickly shook off the feeling and turned back to Chris to see what he was talking about. He held a paper covered in peanut butter. It read:
Dear Mrs. Ellie Rose,
Your prescription for melatonin is now in. Please pick it up in a week or order will be thrown out.
Thank you!
CVS Pharmacy
“That is the weirdest prescription letter I’ve ever seen!” Kaylee commented. I nodded in agreement.
“Yea and the letters look weird too!” Chris added. We both looked at him.
“Wait, the letters do look weird! Chris, how did you notice that!” I gasped and peered closer at the letters. I hated to admit it, he was right!
“Chris are you… secretly smart?!” I teased, in fake shock. Chris rolled his eyes. (Chloe zero, Chris one.) Some of the letters were slanted!
“Here hand me that piece of paper that Ellie was writing on!” I blurted, and Kaylee passed it to me. I began to frantically write down the slanted letters. I mean, that could be a clue about Molly!
A m ll o p t o n l s i l r h o y hr m a u
“What the heck is that supposed to mean!” I cried. Chris scrunched up his face and grabbed the pad of paper and the pen, and scribbled something down.
Paramount Hills-Molly
“Omg, how’d you do that? I think I like you even more!” Kaylee giggled. Chris smiled and blushed. Ugh. Blah. Gross. Love… like… stuff.
“It’s an anagram. I used to do them while in the electric closet, for fun!” he explained. Kaylee blushed more. I rolled my eyes.
“Okay so now we have a clue. What’s Paramount Hills though?” I asked. Chris pulled out his phone, and looked it up, then showed us a picture of A group of kids in uniforms standing in front of a huge building.
“Looks like an academy filled with rich kids to me,” I groaned.
“It reads, Paramount Hills is the best school I’ve ever sent my kids to! They love the variety of cafeteria food and chic uniforms. I won’t send my kids anywhere else! That’s a review from Casey Stein’s!? He's the best quarterback ever! He threw 6 touchdowns in one game, and 5 ‘Hail Mary’s’ Wow!” Chris exclaimed. Kaylee and I tilted our heads in confusion. Kaylee grabbed the phone out of his hands.
“Paramount Hills has educated my children. The teachers are kind and have kept my kids in their place. They barely ever try to burn my garden anymore! 5 stars! That’s from Jason Crisp. Yikes!” Kaylee read. I snorted a laugh.
“So are we going to Paramount Hills then?!” Kaylee asked, excitement ringing in her voice. I sighed. Seemed like the only choice.
“Paramount Hills…” I began
“HERE WE COME!!!” Chris and Kaylee exclaimed in unison.
“Yes, my parents sent us here in the limo with the tuition money,” I lied straight to the headmaster’s face. We were at Paramount Hills Academy trying to become ‘students’. Before we got here we found the money. It was $400,000 just sitting in a safe!!! After that we grabbed some bagels, (ten dollars per bagel, I know pricy) hopped in a cab (twenty dollars) and then came to Paramount Hills and the tuition total for all three of us was $250,000 (which apparently that was cheap for this school) because we would be rooming with other people and not have our own room
“Fine. You guys don’t have to make the application process because it’s the middle of the year,” Mrs. Teresa Philips, the headmaster replied. Time to ask the big question.
“Did a girl named Molly come here a few days ago?” I asked. The headmaster put on a thinking face.
“Yes, actually she did. Long hair. Very… hmmm… perky?” she replied. Had we found Molly!?
“That sounds like her!!” Kaylee blurted, but then quickly covered her mouth. Mrs. Phillips raised an eyebrow, but apparently didn’t care that much.
“Okay, in this folder is your schedule, room number, classroom numbers, locker numbers, our restaurants, and more. You will find your uniforms in your bedroom. Right now the school is at lunch and it ends in a half hour. If you have time you are more than welcome to go down there. The tuition covers the cost of the food. I hope you all enjoy Paramount Hills Academy. Oh and almost forgot!” she explained. We waited for her to finish.
“There is a red button on everyone's nightstands. Press it and you can get anything you want just like room service,” Mrs. Phillips finished. We all nodded, took our folders and left the room. I opened my folder. This school was so fancy!!
“I’m in room 332,” I said. Kaylee opened her’s, and added,
“I’m in room 335.” I sighed. I was really hoping we’d be in the same room! It’d be much easier than texting! What if her roommate checked her phone!? Or my roommate checked mine?
“I’m in the boy’s wing room 355,” Chris commented. We all nodded.
“Okay let’s go our separate ways!” I said, Kaylee and I went to the left and Chris to the right. No one was really in the halls(due to it being a Saturday). The halls were lined with lockers and trophy cases.
“Wow, this is fancier than I thought,” Kaylee commented, breaking the silence.
“Yea, totally,” I replied. The lockers were white with gold locks on them and the trophy cases were filled to the brim with all kinds of trophies. The floors were polished hardwood and the walls white with gold trim. We finally made it to our rooms after two elevator rides and a flight of stairs.
“Well, see you tomorrow,” Kaylee sighed. It looked like she was gonna cry.
“Hey, I’m only a few doors away. And we have our phones, like duh!” I laughed and hugged her.
“Yea I know but we’ve never been separated on a mission with each other,” she explained in a low whisper, “and I have a bad feeling about Ms. Phillips!” I nodded in agreement.
“Yea, we’ll keep an eye on her,” I replied. We again hugged and went to our rooms. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I almost screamed and my brain was telling me to run away SCREAMING.
Everything-everything-was… PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bedspread? Pink!
Pillows? Dark PINK with white trim!
Dressers? Rose PINK!
Carpet? Lavender PINK!
Desk? Taffy PINK!!!!! Oh please, any other SCHOOL!!!! I would rather