All I Want For Christmas Is You

An hour later we looked all through the hotel and there were no signs of Valerie. We entered back into our room and I fell onto the cushioned chair by the window and covered my face. I felt the tears release from my eyes. “What… are … we going… to do?!” I asked, looking up at Karla with a red pathetic face. “This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you ANYWAY!” I yelled, screaming in her face. Karla looked up at me as she sat on the ground, twirling her curled locks in her index and middle fingers. She didn’t say a single word. She just brought her knees to her chest and ducked her head into them. The room was silent for a few minutes and then I heard a sniffle from underneath her hands. That’s when I realized I had hurt her.
“Karla?” I asked pitifully. No answer. She didn’t even move a bit. I sniffled in and then wiped under my eyes. I then rolled myself onto my knees as I extended up. I walked over to Karla, who still hadn’t moved, and I set my palm on her shoulder. She felt my touch and cringed a bit. I felt my heart sink. She was my only real friend and she now hates me.
“Karla,” I said again, stronger this time. “Don’t talk to me. I know I was wrong just go away and do the interview your self,” she said, still not looking up at me. She pulled her knees closer to her chest. I sighed and bent down to her level. I brushed her curls back so I could see her face. “Kar… I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said as she turned her body to face the other way. She was hard-headed. She wasn’t going to listen to me.

“VALERIE!” I screamed out of the hotel window. I looked down and saw a couple people pause in their walking and look up. I quickly closed the window. I didn’t want people to know or see or recognize me.
Karla was sitting in front of the mirror, staring at herself in the mirror. I could tell by her body language that she still felt horrible.
I walked quietly over to her and stood by her side, looking at us both in the mirror. “Karla, I’m sorry. Please just forgive me so we can have a good time,” I asked, only looking at our reflection. Karla stood for a second and then nodded, giving me a hug soon after. I hugged back.
“Yeah… I have to forgive you, you’re my best friend slash sister,” she laughed… “But your sister is still missing,” she added, pulling me back by the shoulders and looking at me in a serious tone. “You know what? Let’s go find her… Together!” I yelled as I grabbed Karla’s arm to yank her out of the hotel room and down the stairs. I didn’t want to go in the elevator.
“Excuse me miss,” the man behind the hotel counter asked to gain one of our’s attention. We looked back at him. “Are you missing a girl… About this height?” he asks, placing his hand at his hipline. “With, blonde hair?” he added. Karla and I stared at each other and then back at him and he nodded in unison. “She left a while ago. She said you two knew,” “No, she didn’t tell me she was leaving!” Karla said in worry. The man walked back behind his counter and came back to us with a piece of paper in his hand. He cleared his throat. “The young lady told me, that, quote, “My sister and Karla know I am going to get a surprise”.” I gasped. Val had NEVER done anything like this before, and she sure didn’t need to start doing this while we were in a foreign country. Why would she escape from us?

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