It was a normal day. I was going about my business, listening to "boondocks." By little big town in the cafeteria, eating a small, powdered donut. Next to me was all my stuff. Books, binders, folders, and peices of paper that I could not figure out what class they are a part of for the life of me. Around the table, my friends were snickering and laughing. At what, i don't know. I'm to into my music to listen. Be I could hear bits of words, stuff like, "and then she called him to apologize," and "nu uh! He didn't!" We usually didn't gossip, but I knew he while school was talking about Jason's breakup with Erika. So why not. We may be seen as outsiders, but we went going to be seen as unpopular: that would only attract the attention of Shelley Klesha, the most popular girl in the school. She would torment us until the end of the year. A nudge in my shoulder jolted me from my thoughts: Sage was standing there, holding her stuff.
"Come on! Time for next hour!" She said.
"Right, right." I replied, pulling off my headphones. I grabbed my stuff, and then scrambled out of the cafeteria for science.*3 hours later*
The wind hit my face, and a small thrill of excitement ran through me. Spring was always my favorite season. From the rain-I like rain, don't judge- to bees coming out to the beautiful cherry blossom trees blooming outside our house- ah, it was exhilarating. I reached the complex, and instead of waiting for the elevator I bounded up the steps; it was only a floor up. As soon as I went in, I threw my bag on the counter and went to get some hot cocoa. My apartment may be small, but it's home. We had 2 bathrooms, are living room, kitchen and 2 bedrooms. I shared one with my younger sister. My dad got home at about 4;00 and my mom at about 4:30. But tonight she didn't. It was about 7:56. She still wasn't home. She never arrives past 7:00, and if she did, she usually called one of us first. Or a text. Or we knew about beforehand. But tonight there was nothing. No calls, no texts, no forewarning. She's just gone.
It was about 8:30 when my dad got a call from someone. He picked up the phone turned on the speaker. But it wasn't mom. It was my dad's friend Lusamaime. She was a cop, and she usually worked night hours, so we rarely saw her or spoke to her. She sounded... distressed. Like something was wrong. She and dad talked for a while. It was 8:49 when it ended. My little sister, Cary, was about to ask what it was about, but he stopped us before we could speak.
"Get in the car." Was all he said as he went to the door and grabbed his car keys and wallet. Me and my sis exchanged a glance; something was up, something dad didn't want to tell us. But when knew better than to ask, so I went to my room, got my iPad and my 3Ds, and we headed out into the car. As soon as we started driving, though, I couldn't keep it In.
"What's going on? Where are we going? Why? Did Lusimaine say something about mom? About why she's so late?" The questions exploded out of me, bombarding my dad.
"She didn't give me the details. She only told me to bring you guys to the police station. Something happened to mom." Was all he said. My eyes widened. But I stayed silent.
We arrived at the station 15 minutes later. I had unbuckled my seatbelt as soon as we got in the parking lot, so naturally, I exploded through the doors first. Looking around, I spotted Lusimaine standing there, looking worried. I ran over to her.
"What's going on? What happened to my mom?" I asked. She jumped at the sight of me, but recovered quickly. She waited till my dad and sister got there.
"You guys might want to sit down for this." She said as soon as we were all there, guesturing to the couches in the corner. Once we got settled, she had her head down, like she was wondering how to approach this situation. Well, you might want to hurry it up, I thought. My palms were sweaty from clenching them so hard, and I think I bit my tongue a bit to hard, as I could taste blood in my mouth. After what could've been a single heartbeat or a lifetime, she finally spoke, and her words made my blood turn to ice.
"Your mother was kidnapped. I'm so sorry guys."
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Going rouge (IN EDITING)
Ficção Geral15-year old Zaya was living and OK life. She was kind, smart, strong and somewhat popular. But it all changes one night, the mighty her mother is kidnapped. And police believe it's someone from her school. She's upset, and will stop at nothing to ge...