“Fay I will only be gone for three months” Alex says “And when I come back home, everything will be right.”
“Why can’t I come with you?” I ask my brother.
“Because you have to take care of mom and dad, and plus what is a 12 year old going to do in Australia?”
“Play with kangaroos and go surfing!” I giggle.
“Well I would bring you back both of those but I don’t think they would let a kangaroo on an airplane. But what about I bring you back a postcard?”
“Okay but a very colorful one!” I smile
“Okay,” He says pulling me into a hug. “Bye Fay.”
he kiss’ the top of my head.
“I will be back soon.”
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I wake up quickly and sit straight up in my bed. I don't like dreaming about my brother, because it always means I will have a sad day, grieving over him.
I get my outfit on and rush down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen and lace up my blue high top chuck taylors and hang my canvas bag over my shoulder.
“Bye!” I yell to my mom and dad so they know I am gone. I run down the path to my school, passing other kids but I dont care if they wonder why I am running. I run to school when I feel, brave, like a rush of adrenalin comes over my body controlling me, telling my to leap over the fire hydrants or take short cuts through neighbours lawns. I dont know why it happens, all I know is that I love it.
I start to slow to a jog when I reach my school. Which is a grade seven to twelve school. I don’t really have any ‘best’ friends only people I casually hang out with, so I walk over to that group of people.
"Hey Fay!" A blond haired boy named Drew says "How are you today?"
"Fine thanks!"
"Well I don't know about your guys but I am very excited about this field trip today!" A short girl named Taylor says while straightening up her glasses.
"Me to but if we want to make it to class on time we should go" Chloe says grabbing hold of her boyfriend Coles arm.
"Ya we wouldn't want to be left behind. I MEAN I TOTALLY WANT TO LEARN ABOUT DEAD PEOPLE!" Cole says with sarcasm.
As we walk down the hall I feel that feeling again. The one that says that this isn't the real world. But I shake it out of my head after responding that it is the real world. It's the sad reality.
"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! I am gonna call you one by one to make sure everyone is here!" Mr.Pal our eighth grade teacher yells. Everyone takes a seat and quiets down.
"Angelina, Ben, Chloe, Cole, Drew, Fay, Harry, Jerome, Katrina, Paul, Ryan, Taylor, and Wilson." Mr.Pal calls. "Okay if I did not call your name please make your way to mrs-"
He is interrupted by a loud knock and in comes our principal, Mrs.ortho.
"Hello Mr.Pal. I am sorry to disturb you, but it has come to my attention that the grade nines have already left on thier fails trip. And this boy, who is new to our school today has just come in with the wrong field trip form, the one to the grade right field trip to be exact. So he will be joining you today on your trip." She says before nudging a boy into our classroom. His blue eyes seem to light up with his dark brown hair that is spiked in a quiff. You can tell he plays sports by how fit he is, but he is not to buff. The grey sweater he wears is perfect oh him and when I look down in his feet I see the same shoes I am wearing. He seems older than 15, maybe 16 or 17. Was he held back a grade?
"This is Warren class. He will be coming to the museum with us today so make him seemed welcome." Mr.pal tells us.
I don't realize sir is talking until after he says it. I am to distracted by the boy that still stands in the front if the room. His eyes look nowhere else then me. I feel a my body tense and I am forced to look away.
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The whole bus ride Warren kept staring at me. Do I look funny? Is my shirt see through?
We walk into the museum, and are greeted by a tall blond lady wearing a blue skirt and blazer who first talks about the museum, then what we will be doing, then the rules, and then we start walking. I am in the very back of the group, besides Warren who is behind me. The group stops to look at a photo on the wall as the lady talks about it. The whole time I feels Warren's eyes on me, like they are staring into my soul, like he is trying to get into my brain and control me.
The pack starts to walk again and that's when I decide to make my move. I stop in my tracks and pull Warren by his shirt around a corner away from my class and press him to a wall.
"Okay what do you want!" I whisper yell "why do you keep staring at me! Do I really look that ugly? Like you are really keeping the hell out of me!" and he just stares at me still.
"You are Alex's sister."
"What?" I think out loud.
"Your name is Fay, you brother went missing two years ago when he went on a trip to Australia. He didn't come back after a few months and your parents got worried. Two months later the Australian police found his body dead on the beach. He was only 16. You don't know the reason he went there. He also promised you a postcard when he came back." He Says. How does he know all this? I am scared! No angry! I want to scream! No cry! What's going on?
"What?" I manage to whisper.
"Listen Fay I need you to call your mom and tell her to pick you up. Tell her Warren is here, she knows who I am."
I take out my Phone and does what he says.
"Hi Fay is everything alright?" My mom answers.
"Um....mom I need you to pick me up...........Warren is here."
"Let me talk to him." She says. I hand the phone to him and I watch him talk. A few nods, a few mmhhmms and he then ends the call.
"Fay you have to be very quiet. Actually don't say anything until we are in the car. Okay?"
I nod nervously.
"Fay are you ready to hear the truth?"
