"JELLY WAS KIDNAPPED?!" Milo yelled louder then he intended. PB nods her head sadly. She had managed to tell him the whole story, and now she didn't feel like saying anything at all.
Milo took a deep breath. "Ok. Now, PB, we are going to tell the police what happened, alright?" She nods her head half heartedly. Milo, holding PB's hand, walked to his car. They silently got in, and started driving to the police station.
"Honey, I can't help you if you won't tell me the details." The cop was losing patience. All she knew was what the older boy told her, which wouldn't be enough. PB opens her mouth trying to speak, but no words come out. She grabs a pen and pad and writes the story down. The cop looks at the writing. "Ah. This is an Amber alert, possibly silver. Do you know the license plate?" PB shakes her head.
Overall, the visit was a flop. Without PB being willing to talk, there wasn't much the officers could do. They posted the amber alert with a picture of Jelly, and told PB and Milo that they'd keep their eyes peeled.By the end of the visit, the woman issued an Amber alert, but PB felt it was hopeless. The man drove away. The only details she could remember was his dirty blonde-ish hair, and the clothes he was wearing. She knew she'd never find Jelly. Jelly was gone. Taken away from her. Never, coming, back.
PB and Milo trudged defeatedly to the car. When they started driving, PB cried some more, except these were silent tears. And unbeknownst to PB, Milo shed some as well.
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General FictionMia and Mya Jones were not only twin sisters, but they were best friends. They were so close, their older brother Milo started calling Mia Peanut butter, or PB, because she was shy and quiet, and Mya Jelly, because she had such a bubbly, or Jelly li...
