Missing

No Answer

"I'm walking in now, I'll call you later." I shove my phone into my pocket as I hang up. Once I am inside, I head into the kitchen, drop my backpack on the floor next to the table, and grab an apple. It is too quiet. I look around the kitchen, but my sister's backpack is nowhere to be seen. I trudge up the stairs to her room, hoping she is in there doing her homework. "Juliana?" I knock on her door, but she doesn't respond so I open it. Her bed is made, and clothes scatter the floor. I take a bite of my apple wondering where she could be. I know for a fact she was supposed to be home by now; we were planning to hang out when she got home. I wander throughout the house trying to figure out where she is, or where she has gone.

    I threw the apple core out and sat down. I pull out my phone again and call her, but there is no answer. I try a couple more times and still no answer. I start panicking, she always has her phone on her. I try keeping my cool hoping she's at her friend's house. I call her friend, "Hey Sarah do you know if Juliana came home on the bus?" Sarah is Juliana's best friend; they have known each other since kindergarten, if anyone knows anything it's her.

    "No, she didn't take the bus. Some guy in a suit picked her up, I am guessing they work for your mom."

    "You didn't recognize him?"

    "No, Juliana just hurried into the car and didn't look back. She left around lunch. If you talk to her, tell her to text me. She is not responding to my texts."

    "Don't worry I will find out where she is. Bye." I hang up and dial my mother's phone. At first she does not answer, which I expect she never answers her personal phone unless you call twice. I try her a second time and she answers.

    "Jacklyn is this important, I am in a meeting." I always hate it when she calls me by my full name.

    "It'll just take a moment, did you send someone to pick up Juliana from school?"

    She doesn't respond right away, "No. Why, is she okay?"

    "Everything is fine. Gotta go mom." I don't want her to freak out at work, so I disconnect the call. I grab my keys and head to my car. Something is wrong, I know it.

After searching every place in this town where she might be I finally decide to call the police, but all they tell me is to wait 24 hours and call back if she doesn't turn up. The police are completely useless at the moment, so I think of what I can try and do. I park my car at the diner. Inside I order fries and take a seat. I pull out my laptop and bring up the phone company's website. I click 'find my phone' and log into her account, praying her phone isn't shut off. It takes a while to load, but finally shows us by the time I am halfway through my fries. It says her phone is by Reming Road. I pay and then high tail over there.