Say hello again
Dave pulls at your sleeve. "C'mon, let's just leave, okay? I'm
going to be sick."
A high-pitched snicker echoes around the room. The hairs on the back
of your neck stand up, and you glance at the door from behind which
the voice came from. You KNOW it's Barbara.
"This isn't funny!" you shout at the door. " You can't
fool us!"
"Phooey." The voice now sounds girlish, but it's definently
not Barbara. " It didn't work? I'm so dejected"
Dave twitches. His face is pale, with beaded sweat running down his
neck, and you're certain that you look the same way. Your toes start
to twitch inside your sneakers.
The door creaks open, raising a cloud of dust that distracts you and
Dave with a fit of sneezing. When you finally turn to the door, a
red-headed girl in a red-and-white dress is standing in the doorway,
clutching a wooden picture frame. She has her face downcast, even
though her mouth twitches with laughter.
"Who are you?" she asks.
"Hello?" You ask again.
