Auctioned Off To The New Kid

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It's been about an hour since I got in the taxi, and if I'm being honest I'm feeling a bit anxious. Looking out through the window, I started to ponder. How was this going to go? Were they going to welcome me with open arms, and admit that they were wrong to give me away. Seems unlikely. They most likely won't care, or even be upset. I shook the thoughts out of my head, it will do me nothing to worry. I folded my hands together and looked out the windshield, watching the road. A minute passed and I broke my gaze away from the black path.

I then took this opportunity to study my driver. He had squared shape face adorned by hazel eyes, his hair was a dusty brown and was shaved on the sides but left decently long on the top, just short enough to evade being put into a pony tail. I will admit, he was attractive, not that it matters considering I'm not planning on seeing him again.

I brought my gaze back to the window, or more like what was outside of it. It was a sunny day out, most normal kids would take up this opportunity to do something fun with friends.Days like these made me wish that I had friends to hang out with.

For the next ten minutes I was deep in thought. Before I even knew it I was home. I got out the taxi and got out my bags. I looked up at the two story house that I had been calling home for the past years. The originally light blue paint had been faded to grey and was peeling due to the many years of age. The window held no sign of anyone being inside. Sighing, walked up toward the door and turned the knob only to find the door locked. That's funny, they usually never lock the door.

I set down my bags and went over to a seemingly normal rock and picked it up. Glued to the bottom of it was an empty pill bottle, I then opened the bottle and fished out the key. I walked over to the door and unlocked it, I proceeded to take the key out of the knob, place it back into the bottle, and put the bottled backed in its whole. I'm so glad I never told my parents about that one, otherwise it would definitely be missing by now.

I brought my bags inside and looked around, the whole place seemed to be abandoned. The place as a wreck, as if they were trying to leave in a hurry. I started towards the table, only to see a bunch of news papers. One of which caught my eye. "Parents prime suspect to their daughters disappearance."