"Get up!" yelled her father, slapping Michelle on the rump. "I need you out at the truck in fifteen minutes."
Michelle had been facing the wall, but spun around at the rude awakening. Her father was already walking out the door - Mitchell's bedroom door. Michelle couldn't quite figure out what was happening. Then she remembered.
"Ewww!" she said, realizing she had slept all night in her brother's bed. She jumped to her feet but then realized she was wearing only her strapless bra and panties. Quickly closing the door, she stopped to think.
"Okay, no problem," she realized. "I just need to get to my own room and wake Mitchell. I just need something to wear in the hallway."
Looking around, Michelle realized her best option was Mitchell's housecoat."Ewww, disgusting," she said as she put it on. PIcking up her dress and shoes from the previous night, she moved to the door, listening for her parents.
Michelle opened the bedroom door, and stepped into the hall. Realizing she was alone, she confidently walked to her own bedroom and snuck inside, closing the door behind her. After laying her clothes out on her own desk chair, she turned to wake Mitchell. Except he wasn't here.
Michelle turned away, and looked again. Mitchell still wasn't there. Not only wasn't he there, but the bed hadn't even been slept in.
"Where would he go?" she said aloud. She did a quick sweep of the room just to make sure he wasn't under the bed. He wasn't. Confused, Michelle considered her options. Switching to a sports bra that would help her to pass better for her brother, she put Mitchell's housecoat on again, then left her room and called down from the top of the stairs.
"Mom?" she said in her best Mitchell impersonation. "Where's Michelle?"
"Not here," said her mother unhelpfully.