Free Monster High: Who's That Ghoulfriend? (Monster High: Ghoulfriends Forever) by Gitty Daneshvari Page B

again enchanted by the craftsmanship, the ghouls took a few seconds to marvel at the finely woven items around them.
    “Come on,” Venus instructed the others, “we may not have much time.”
    The jade-skinned ghoul then carefully tucked her vines into her sleeve, pulled back the carpet, and started feeling around the wooden floor for a loose board.
    “Got it,” she exclaimed just seconds later, and lifted a piece of wood in the air.
    “I don’t understand,” Robecca sputtered, looking into the secret hiding space.
    “Neither do I,” Venus mumbled as she picked up a solitary sheet of paper. “There were at least six or seven pages here last time.”
    “
Évidemment
she’s since moved them or thrown them away,” Rochelle answered as she bent down to inspect the dark little trove. “
Boo-la-la
, I don’t believe my eyes.”
    “Then let us look!” Robecca squealed.
    Rochelle then pulled a strip of coral fabric off a splintered piece of the floorboard and presented it to Venus and Robecca.
    “Miss Flapper’s torn dress,” Venus muttered. “A normie tried to kidnap her, my foot! She ripped her dress up here and then used the incident to concoct the kidnapping story!”
    “I think this is not a hiding spot but a drop box. Wydowna and Miss Flapper communicate byleaving notes in here,” Rochelle explained as she accidentally frayed the small piece of fabric with her sharp nails.
    “But why communicate through notes when they can just as easily speak face-to-face?” Robecca wondered.
    “There is always a certain amount of risk that comes with meeting in person. They could be overheard or seen together. Plus, they keep very different schedules,” Rochelle explained as Venus bent down and grabbed the piece of paper.
    “ ‘There is to be a meeting on Thursday at 12:01 AM behind the thick grove of conifur trees. Watch us carefully,’ ” Venus read aloud.
    “Watch
us
?” Rochelle repeated. “That implies that whoever wrote this letter will also be attending the meeting. Otherwise he or shewould have simply said, watch
them
.”
    “Jeepers, what do we think this meeting is about?” Robecca babbled nervously.
    “I don’t know, but come tomorrow night at 12:01 AM , we’re going to find out,” Venus answered.
    “Come, ghouls, let’s get out of here before she returns,” Rochelle said as she made her way toward the door. “If we rush we can still make it to Home Ick on time.”
    After finishing Home Ick and the rest of their classes, the trio grabbed a quick bite in the Creepateria and then headed back to the Chamber of Gore and Lore. And though they were all three relieved to have a lead, they wished they didn’t have to wait over twenty-four hours to follow it.
    “Venus, I’ve been thinking about Chewy a great deal lately,” Rochelle said as she climbed into bed.
    “I’m glad someone else has finally realized how blooming cool my little plant man is,” Venus said as she gave Chewy a quick splash of water and a wink.
    “I think we should send him to Cy’s optometrist. A pair of glasses might help him distinguish food from friend. Or to be more precise, food from Roux and Penny,” Rochelle expounded with a smile, sure that this idea would prove helpful to all involved.
    “Rochelle, Rochelle, Rochelle,” Venus repeated dramatically as she put down the watering can and looked over at her pajama-clad friend. “Chewy has gone through approximately eight pairs of glasses in his life, four of which I can confirm were his.”
    “
Je ne comprends pas
. What do you mean, ‘gone through’?” Rochelle asked.
    “I think she means he ate them,” Robecca explained, tucking a sour-faced Penny next to her in bed.

    The sun had barely risen when the soft rustle of a paper passing beneath the door to the Chamber of Gore and Lore caused Robecca to sit straight up in bed. Instantly, the familiar sensation of being late for something she couldn’t quite remember took hold. Steam pumped from her ears as