The Wet Towel Strikes Again
Emma entered the cafeteria; it smelled like sour milk and french fries. Her eyes darted across the room searching for Suzie. Kids milled around the lunch tables, chattering and laughing. Suzie was nowhere to be seen. Emma decided to sit at “their” table and began munching away on her PB&J and Cheetos sammy. The crunch of the Cheetos were so loud in Emma’s head she didn’t even notice the hush that came over the lunch room. Half way through her meal Suzie plopped down beside her and nudged her arm.
“Em, you hear about Vi’s cousin?”
Emma shook her head no. She had noticed Violet hadn’t been at school today, but since they weren’t besties she never bothered to ask why.
“Oh my god, you are so gonna freak. Vi spent the night at her cousins’ house this weekend and her cousin left her wet towel on the floor!”
“So.” Emma took another bite of her sandwich, peanut butter smeared across her check.
Suzie’s mouth dropped. “Her cousin’s dead.”
Emma eyed her friend. “Dead?”
Suzie cupped her hand next to her ear. “The towel ate most of her body.” She sat back, her hands moved as much as her mouth. “Vi saw the bloody blob that was left and totally freaked.”
Emma gazed at her friend; there was no denying the serious look on her face. “Really?”
Suzie nodded. “That’s why she isn’t here today.” Suzie opened her milk. “I’m so hanging up my towel from now on.”
Emma’s throat tightened. Last night she had been annoyed with her mother for always harassing her to hang up her wet towel and left it on the bathroom floor on purpose. But, before bed, she changed her mind and hung it up. Had she saved herself from being eaten?
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