The Story of Brionna Marica (Book 1)

Chapter 3

We picked out the gadgets and materials we wanted for our suits. I looked at the time, it has been 3 hours, my mom must be worried sick. I walked over to Amali. "Hey, Ami, I need to go my mom's probably worried, you know how she gets when I'm out longer than 2 hours without updating her of anything... and it's been 3. Plus, you know what happened with my dad..." "Hey, Brio it's ok. I'll call you later." "Thanks, Ami." "Of course, little brioche bun!" Ami giggles at the nickname she gave me as I walk out of her garage walking home.

I walked in the door and was immediately tackled by Nata. "Hi, Nata" I smile down at the five-year-old clinging to my leg. "Hi hi Bri Bri!" "Brionna? Is that you?" "Yeah, Mom. I went out with Amali." "Oh, that's good" My mother rounded the corner with a towel in her hand, trying to fold it neatly as possible. "What did you guys do?" she asked. "We went to the park and then walked over to her house." "That sounds fun" "Yeah it was, I'm going up to my room now, bye" "Okay, dinner is almost ready, I'll have Natalia come get you." I nod at her and then walk up the stairs to my room. 
I sit in my room, waiting for dinner to be finished when I hear my mother's voice from downstairs.  "Natalia, go tell your sister dinner is ready." I sit still, knowing Nata loves to come and get me. "Natalia? Nat? Natalia where are you?" I hear my mother's voice, getting worried as she continues to yell for my sister. "Natalia Anne Marcia this isn't funny come out now!" my mother yells, but there's no response. I walk downstairs to try and see if I can find Nata. I see nothing, besides the open living room window, the window that my mother closed before starting the laundry. She wouldn't have opened it, seeing as it's 60 degrees out, and she hates the cold. So, the only other person who could have opened it was Natalia. "Mom, did Natalia happen to ask to go to the park?" "Yes? Why do you ask? Did you find her hiding spot?" "No mom, I found the window open." "Are you saying she snuck out?" "That's exactly what I'm saying." "Oh no, I hope not." My mom comes out of the kitchen with a face full of fear. "I'm going out to find her," I say, grabbing my sweater.