You Have 51 Kids? (Statehumans)

Hawaii The Awsome Part Two

BittyNightmare
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"Wha- who are you?"

(Washington's P.O.V)

I finally finished the sandwich.

It smelled good, and took all of my self control to not eat it.
Placing the turkey sandwich on a paper plate, I plopped the fried spam pieces next to it, and next to that a bit of ketchup to dip it in.

Smiling, I made my way upstairs, walking down several long hallways. Each of our rooms are in order from the first state to join the union to the last, finished with a gold plaque on the doorframe that stated the two numbers of the two states that shared the room.

For example, Florida and Texas share a room, so their plaque would read 27, 28.

Hawaii's room was at the very back of the house, right next to Alaska's and dad's rooms.

When I finally reached it, I imagined how happy the small girl would be when she realized I had made her breakfast. I guess that a sandwich isn't really breakfast, but she'll have to settle.

Ignoring the 51 plaque that hung over a room next to dad's, I knocked on Hawaii's door, waited for a moment, then entered the room.

The walls were a beautiful white. On the ground a mat that was the map of the state of Hawaii, taking up nearly the entire hardwood floor. Hawaii didn't have a roommate, nor did she have any toys in the entire room, with the exception of one toy cat on her made bed.
Pinks, yellows, greens, blues and oranges all splashed together on paintings hung on the walls, and a large window spilled light into the room.

As usual, everything was placed neatly in their spots. The air in the room was sweet and held the tang of fresh cut pineapple.

I went to her bed, but it was empty. I glanced towards a white door at the side of the room. It led to a bathroom connected to the room and shared by Alaska.

I set the plate down on Hawaii's bed and knocked on the door.
"Hawaii? I made you breakfast. It'll be out here when you're done."

There was no answer.

Anxiety churned in my stomach. "Hawaii? Hello?"
I slowly opened the door, giving time for someone to yell at me if they were in there whist keeping their dignity intact.

Nothing. The bathroom was empty.
My heart dropped.

I made my way into dad's room. Empty.
Montana's room?
Empty.
Florida's room?
He was asleep. No Hawaii.
Downstairs with the others passed out watching Star Wars?
No Hawaii.

Fearing the worst, I ran around the house, checking each room.
45, 46?
No.
31, 32?
33, 34?
10, 11?
49?

There was no Hawaii.
She was gone.

So were her shoes.