Lost

5

Natalie Prior, July 10th, 2005
(A little change? o.O)
"Excuse me? What do you mean you don't know where my daughter is? She's been missing for two days!" I yell at the police officer, "She could be kidnapped or dead!"
It's only then when I calm down. It's not this person's fault.
It's not. I inhale deeply, while he says, "I'm sorry miss, we're doing everything we can. She does not own a cellphone, correct?"
I nod.
"Or any electronic device?"
Wait. She has her iPod!
"She has an iPod shuffle?"
"Well let's try that!" He says enthusiastically.
Wherever Tris is, her iPod is.
Right?
Tobias Eaton, July 10th, 2005
"I feel so guilty hoarding their food"she says, taking a box of cereal from their cupboard.
"We haven't eaten in two days. They had dinner last night" I whisper.
It's probably like 5 in the morning, since it's dark. I grab more food and stuff it into a plastic bag.
"Still" she says.
I shrug my shoulders.
"I think that's enough"
"Let's get out of here" she says. We creep towards the door and open it, silently closing it.
She laughs, as soon as we're out of ear-shot.
A quick laugh.
"What?" I ask her.
"I've never done that"
"Stolen?"
She nods.
I shrug, "Neither have I. Probably best not to do it again"
She shrugs.
"Hungry?" I ask, handing her a cereal box.
"Hell yes" she says, taking the box from me. When she opens it, she snarfs it down.
Can't blame her though, she hasn't eaten in two days.
When Marcus locked me in a closet, I couldn't get out. No food, no water for days. I don't even think he cared about me.
Let me rephrase that: he doesn't care about me.
He's probably not even looking for me.
By the time we reach a city, a small town city, two cereal boxes are gone, along with two water bottles.
"Look" she nudges me.
There's an information center.
We walk towards it, not running because our legs are as tired as hell, and reach it a few minutes later.
There's a lady there, pale skinned, and large round glasses that rest on her freckled nose.
"Hi, how can I help you?" She asks.
They can't know we're alone, they can't know we're alone.
"Our parents are getting us a room right now and they wanted us to ask you if you had a map or something we can use to navigate to New York City" I say casually.
She nods, "Oh yeah, let me go grab one"
When she comes out she has a map, and circles something.
"Just tell your parents that we're here and that they need to get on this freeway, and get off and you should have to make a few more turns and be there. Let me mark the path"
I look back at Tris.
She's taken her hair out of her ponytail.
And she looks beautiful.
Wait, what?
I turn and look away from her, back at the lady.
She smiles at me while she hands over the map.
"Tell them to follow the highlighted route"
I smile back and nod.
"Tris" I call out.
"Coming" she says, following me.
Once we exit the building we round the corner. I fold the map neatly and place it in an unoccupied pocket.
"Where are we going?" She asks.
"To get a place to stay"
Beatrice Prior, July 10th, 2005
"Just act like you work there" He says.I chew on my bottom lip, "I look too young"
"Say you look really young for your age. Remember to leave the door open for me"
I nod.
There was a family there, leaving, getting their luggage to their car.
I have two jobs right now.
One, learn their last names.
Two, leave the door open for Tobias.
I have to complete them both, or we'll be sleeping on the streets again.