I woke up, and I remembered: today was the day that Meg was supposed to be gone. I didn't believe her. I went into her room. I closed my eyes, and then I opened them. She was gone. I ran down stairs, I checked everywhere she was nowhere to be found. I ran into Sydney's room. "Sydney! She gone! Meg is gone!" I screamed as loud as I could. "What?" Sydney said very confused. "Sydney she's gone!" I said as I started to cry. She ran over. "We have to call mom and dad!" I cried. "They're all the way in Malibu. They won't make it." Sydney said. "Sydney, they're daughter is missing. They will be here as soon as they can." I said
I grabbed out my phone and called mom and dad. I was having a panic attack. I explained everything. They told us to calm down. But I couldn't.
"What if she is.." I asked Sydney. "Don't say that: she's okay."
"Should we go look for her? " I asked. "No, we can't. We could, but we shouldn't." She said
"She could be dying."
"On a second thought, let's go."
