The Missing

Arrival

When I land the first person I see is my uncle Steve. He look as unhappy to pick me up as I was being here. When he saw me he looked agitated. Well more than usual. When I was little we used to visit them every holiday. Which Sucked. Probably because of my cousins. The thing I probably hate most about my annoying cousins. They are so spoiled that they literary can not do anything for them selves. And one of them is sixteen years old. Hopefully they learned basic life skills. Or at least a skill. But I highly doubt it. If anything they are more spoiled than when we were kids. Well I guess I will find out soon enough.

Chapter 4

As my uncle puts in a code; I see the house, where I was to live. It looks different from when I was a kid. Probably because it was not a giant cell holding me in from the outside world.

When we walked in there was a blast of something that smelled really good. There was also screaming of girls.

My aunt popped her head out of the kitchen.

"Hello Aaron." She tried to hide her sad tone when she talked to me.

"Hi." Is all I could or wanted to say.

My uncle has already sat down on the couch by the time my aunt went back to the kitchen.

"Let me put dinner in the oven then I can show were your room is."

"OK."

A few minutes later she came out into the living room again.

"OK let's go."

My room was on the forth floor. There was two rooms up there. One was an office where there was more screaming of my little cousin and her friends.

Then there was my room. It was probably was the size of my old house.

The best part was that I had an ocean view out of a window that was twice my height and probably five times wider than me.

Then my aunt called us all down stairs for dinner.

We did not talk as we eat. The only talking was Leah and her friends whispering. I have a feeling they were talking about me because they kept looking up at me.

Then my aunt noticed this because she suggested that we go our separate ways.

Leah and her friends went up stairs. Austin went to his room. My uncle went to the couch and turned on the television. And my aunt started to do the dishes. I started to bring up the dishes.

"Oh dear you don't need to help. You have had a long day. Why don't you go up to your room and unpack. Tomorrow you and I will go get you registered."

"OK"

I went upstairs and unpacked. It only took about an hour and it was still light out. So I decided to walk down to the beach.

It was a five minute walk. When I got there the waves were crashing on the jagged rocks.

I found a quite cliff. Sat down on the edge where I could feel the back splash of the waves.

After about two hours it started to get dark. I decided to head back to the house, my house. But thinking that it is my house makes it seem so true.

When I walked in Leah and one of her friends ran by screaming. When I looked Austin was on the other side of me.

"Why are they-"

"They are mad at me because I took this."

He held up a picture of a boy who looked my age. He was good looking with surfer blond hair an a glow tan.

"Who is that?"

Right when I finished that sentence Leah and her friend noticed that Austin was standing there. They came running at him.

He pulled me out of the doorway, causing the girls to run outside. After they were outside Austin looked the door behind them.

"That is Leah's "boyfriend". Or she wants him to be."

The girls started to ban on the door and window.

After awhile Austin got bored and left. I decided to let them in and return the picture.

"Thank you."  Leah's friend thanked me and Leah took the picture from my hand.

"No problem."

It was late and I had an early morning, so I excused myself and went to bed.

When I fell asleep I had dreams of my parents. It was the night they died. The terror on their faces as their lives came to an end.

Then I had another dream but instead of my parents it was of Kelly. She was in a dark room and there was the same creature that was chasing her the last time I had a dream about her.

He had something in his hand. A tiny piece of paper that had sixteen simple words. I could not make out what they said.