It’s a one in a million chance, but I need to get my brother back. But how? What would someone like me, do with whatever is wrong with Stefan? I need to try. I never know what she's doing with him. It might even be killing him this second.
The next morning my aunt decided her and me should go shopping. At first I didn’t really like the idea. One reason was just because I’ve never really liked shopping anyway. Another main reason is that I’ve not even saw my brother since yesterday going through that hole in the wall. I'm sought of, kind of, missing him, in a way. What would I do without him?
I had to find a way around my aunt. There must be a way in her not watching my every move. I mean it’s not as if she has a crystal ball. I decided that night. At the stroke of midnight, when the old grandfather clock chimes twelve times. I would creep down the stairs. Jump down the last five, screechy stairs and find my way through that hole in the wall, where my brother disappeared two days ago.
My plan is in action; so far I don’t think Aunt Eliza even suspects a thing. We were both silent at dinner. Straight after dinner I explained to my aunt that I wasn’t feeling so well, and I persuaded her enough to let me go to bed earlier than usual.
I didn’t really know what exactly I was going to do from here until midnight. The only thing I could do. Make my plan.
