The Missing

The Next Chapter of My Life

For a few moments I was just stunned. My parents are really gone... forever.  What is going to happen to me.  Since I am only 14 I can not legally live by my self.  My only live family is my aunt and uncle.  But they live five thousand miles away.  Also if I do have to move there they live on their own island.  Sounds like paradise right.  Wrong!  Living on a island means no escape because it is surrounded by water.  And I would have to stop looking for Kelly.  When we were little we promised we would look after each other.  We each had our problems. She had an abusive dad.  I had the jerks who have been bullying me for as long as I remember.  I would have been dead if it was not for that child promise.  I have always followed this promise.

Chapter 3
That next morning there was a loud knock on the door that makes the whole house shake.  I open the door and standing at the door was the person who will take me to hell.  Yep a child control specialist here to take me to my new life. 

I try to think of a way out of this.  Maybe the Smiths could take me in?  No.  Mr Smith died and Mrs Smith gave up on Kelly ever returning so she moved to Canada.

Guess I have to stop looking for Kelly.  And move to my aunt's and uncle's island call teekeywalka.  

Waiting for me at the airport was there own private jet.  Granted, it was a nice jet.  The pilot was nice.  Probably because he knew I would be in hell in a few hours. 

There was a mystery girl on the jet with me.   I have never saw her before.  So she was not related to me because I have meet all of my relatives on both sides.  Then who is she?

"Hello?"

"Who the heck are you?"  I got the filling that she did not want to hear that much information about who I am or why I am on this jet, so I decided to keep it short.

"Hi I am Aaron.  I am moving to my aunt's and uncle's house on teekeywalka."

"My island!"  She snarling at me.

"Your island?"

"Well my father bought the island.  But he gave it to me for my birthday."

Damn.  Rich girl with her own island.  "So how did my aunt and uncle came to live on your island?"

The little rich brat was getting on my nerves.  I am trying to be as nice as possible.  But she was making it very HARD!

"My parents are friendish with your aunt and uncle."

"Oh, OK"

"Why are you going to my island anyway?"

I really did not want to tell her that I have to live there because my parents died and my aunt and uncle are my only living    ancestors.  Sadly.

"Uh, I am visiting."  Yeah visiting for four years.  Joy. 

No response.  Good this awkward conversation is finally over. 

The next hour or two went by slow and silently, which I was happy for.
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The plane comes to a landing when it was dawn.

I prepare for the next four, awful, years of my life.