Power of three Halves

Alyssa

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A weeks after my dad was declared missing I was sent to go stay with my gradmother of whom I've never actually met in person and the only contact I've ever had with her was via phone calls on holidays and my birthday. If it wasn't for the photographs of her and my dad as a boy, I probably wouldn't have even know I had a gram.

   The week my dad went missing I was allowed to stay at my home and still go to school for a while, but it didn't work out so well. at school I was always ignored, the quiet one,  I didn't stick out, but after my dad mysteriously disappeared one day, all I got was attention. Akward stares, sideways glances, hushed tones when ever I walked by...

Some people even got bold enough to ask questions like, if my dad had run away, or was he murdered,  or was it some mysterious suicide in the middle of the forest, or some other nonsense like that.

Finally I got tierd of it all and just decide to stay home...only, it wasn't really home without dad there. It was empty. No music was coming from dads work room, there were no new paint bushes just lying around,  no clanks of pans coming from the kitchen or fragrant fume of a new dinner creations...

Instead it was quiet, and quiet frankly a little bit scary.

I don't know what happened to my dad-or even if he is ok, Were would he go? Why would he leave me? What if he was mannapped!? ( yes mannapped technally he's not a kid, duh.) and what of the person's still around and come back for me.

An officer would stop by everyday to check on me and so would my best friend Nick who was pretty worried I wasn't coming to school anymore. I tried to explain to him that I wss keeping uo my studies online but he didn't give up. Nick never brought up my dad much after he went missing and tk that I was grateful because I was on the verge of pulling my hair out with all the questions people had been asking me, but instead he'd distract me just by staying by my side and hanging out even when I wouldn't talk and kept worrying over my dad he stayed, watched me cry and wiped my tears. He'd comfort me the make fun of my snot covered face when I was done to lighten the mood, which I was totally grateful for, he really is my best friend.

Only once they found a relitive for mme to live with I had t leave. They wouldn't let me stay amd belive me I tried. I didn't want to leave , y dads house or its paint stains and abstract art. I didn't want to leave Nick who's sadly my only friend. and the idea of a new town scares me especially with my level of shyness and I think Nick being my only friend proves it. I an jot a people person. I don't talk unless spoken to and even then its rare in fact the only people I do talk freely to are my dad and Nick...yes, sad but true and  only because I'll most likely have a spaz attack.

I'm a reader, not a talker.

My head belongs in books, poetry, and art. Not in conversations. and did I metion I really don't wanna go.

I think to myself., "What would dad do?"

He'd probably go, he'd probably go find some adventure.  Somthing with pirates robots and adventures and romance.

Yep that would be just like dad. I wish I could do it

I should,  could,  would, ...but I cant and I won't. I don't wanna go but I have to.

Come on Alyssa you can do it, stop being such a wimp I say to myself.

So I step on the plane.

Did I mention I have two sisters.