My phone lay beside me. Yes I thought, answers! I had the new iPhone seven and it was the best. I texted my Mom to see if she would text me back.
*Two hours later*
I waited. My phone was silent for the whole day. It was lingering above my head. I fell asleep tommorow I was going home.
*At Home *
I bent out of the wheel chair , I sat down on the couch with a hot water bottle. I tuned into my favourite show ' Ellen ' . After about three hours I fell asleep .
*DING DONG*
The doorbell rang , Ding Dong. It didn't stop. I jumped off the couch and ran to the door, the police were at the door the expression on their face said everything.
"Are you ABBEY ," Asked the small one he was frowning "It's about your Mom..."
My heart stopped.
It fluttered.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Come in ." I murmured .
They told me that my Mom was missing and that if I can't get hold of her then don't worry. I cried they rushed out of the door . I texted my sister Bethany. 'BETH come to my house NOW.'
*Bethany came inside my house *
She walked inside and placed herself on my white couch. I told her " Bethany , it's mom she's missing." Bethany cried , I held her hand. We were the closest sisters and if I was upset I would tell her (vise versa) . So I felt real bad for not telling her sooner but I never knew. After Bethany left I went to the dollar store to find some tissues since I hadn't been to the bank I hadn't been able to transaction any money:(
After that I couldn't stop crying , Grama Julia was coming over too. It was her one-hundredth birthday last week and I was the only one who turned up. So right now my current ranking is favourite ! My mom never liked that, since I had three other siblings. That's why my Mom never talks to Julia and she's such a nice woman too!
To be honest I would rather live with Grama Julia my house is usually hectic and I can never get ten minutes to myself . My husband Matt is always upstairs making noise.
I can't stop thinking about the Pamphlet.
He is perfect .
Blonde hair.
Blue eyes.
And a face like heaven. It's a repetive craving feeling.
