Mom didn't come home last night. I warmed up the frozen pancakes and left to go to school. During science class I was told to go meet the guidance counselors. I thought about what I've done in the couple of days. I don't recall doing something bad. My grades aren't terrible. I don't think I'm going to get kicked off any of the sports team. Hmm. This is weird. When I opened the door Hayden was there. He was sitting down. Next to the guidance counselors was 2 police officers. Oh my god. Did Hayden break a law? Did he get caught doing drugs? Wait. He's only 8. What could he do? Pull a girl's ponytail? Steal someone's crayons?
"Have a seat Callie" One of the guidance counselors said to me while pointing at a chair next to my brother. My palms are getting sweaty. The police started talking. Everything became a big blur. Hayden started crying. I sat there. Letting the words sink in. This has to be a nightmare. Don't worry Callie you'll wake up soon and everything will be okay. What am I going to do if it's all real?
