Taken

Twists and Turns

I was 11 when my Sister died. She was an amazing person. She had curly light brown hair, a natural tan from being outside so much, and hazel eyes. People say I look a lot like her, but I don't see it. She was beautiful. Me? Not so much.

It was a normal day at school, I hung out with my 2 friends, Jane and Lily, we were all in 7th grade at the time. Anyway, it was 7th period. We were talking about life experiences, we all had to tell one story from our lives. I told the story of when I skipped 4th grade. The period was almost over when they called me to come up to the front office. I had a feeling something was wrong, mostly because I didn't have an appointment or any reason to be called up that I knew of that day. When I got there, there were three people there. One was my Principal, Ms. Malea, the front desk person, Ms. Miles, and my vice principal, Mr. Roland. They were all looking at me like I was a starving child. Something happened, crap, I remember thinking. They seemed to not want to tell me, I felt my heart slowly start to pound harder inside my chest until it hurt so I broke the silence.

"Just tell me, please" I said and looked between them. The suspense was killing me, I swear any second, my hearts going to burst. None of them talked.

At this point I remember feeling tears swelling up into my eyes threatening to fall. I yelled on the top of my lungs, "ANSWER ME!" That knocked them out of their stupid gaze.

"I'm so sorry Margaret..." Ms. Malea started.  That's when I got even more nervous, I didn't even know that was possible till then. First of all, no one calls me Margaret, everyone calls me Maggie, Mae, or if they want to tick me off, Maggie Mae. I remember taking a deep breath and preparing myself for what the news was. But nothing can prepare you for this news

"There has been... an accident...your sister..." I tried to choke in the tears. But they had a mind of their own. That's when my mind started wandering. Was she dead? How bad was it? No, she can't be dead. I saw her this morning! No...
I didn't even know I was on the ground crying until I heard my councilor, Ms. Collie rush through the door and dart towards me.

"Hey, hey, it's ok!..." she started...
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——————February 8th, 2017———————
"Hey, Maggie you there? EARTH TO MAGGIE!" My new friend, Clare, was yelling while waving her hand in front of my face. It's been 2 years and 38 days since that day. A lot has happened since then. I have flashbacks often, like that one and I was sent to this annoying Boarding school. It's called The Marcus School of the Gifted. When they took me away, they said that my dad "needed some time to get over my sisters death." They think I'm a 2 year old, I know he turned to Alcohol, but he just needed was some rehab. The people that took my siblings and I away didn't get that. The worst part about all of this is that they separated my sisters and I. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my other sister in collage or my other sister before I got shipped off to this boarding school. I feel like a piece of garbage that's been thrown out because no one wants me.

"Yeah, sorry, I blanked out." I quickly said to Clare. I knew she wouldn't believe me. I knew I was right when I saw and a small twinge of annoyance spread across her face.

"Don't lie to me, now! I know what a flashback is when I see one. What is that? 2 just this week? I think you should go see Ms. Claren, seriously. They've been a lot more frequent lately." Ugh! She doesn't get it! I don't need our councilor, stupid Ms. Claren. I need my dad and my siblings. No one seems to get that. I'll hug the that does if there are any out there. I highly doubt there are.

"Look, I'm fine. I promise. But I'll go on Saturday, we have to get to class right now." That seemed to reassure her. Little did she know tonight was the night. The night I would escape. Or at least give it my all. Plus, Saturday was 3 days away