"Sal, come on!" I yelled to my little sister, urging her to run faster. "If you don't hurry up, I'll eat all the candy myself!" I giggled, knowing she would be VERY upset if I did.
"No! Stop it!! I can't run that fast Tyler!" her pouty, shrilled voice yelled back.
I turned a corner abruptly, hiding in an alleyway so I could spook my sister. I grinned mischeviously, waiting for her to pass.
1... 2...
She should be passing by now...
3... 4...
Sweat formed on my forehead. Sal?
5!
I popped my head around the corner, searching for Sal. She wasn't there.
My pulse quickened, and I swiveled my head the other way, thinking of where to go. The store. She would have tried using a shortcut there so I didn't eat the candy. Right.
I started running there, feeling dread wash over me like a tidal wave. Is she here? Is she here?
I counted in my head, holding on to some sort of sanity with this.
1.
Is Sal here?
2.
I don't see her outside.
3.
Is Sal in here?
4.
I'm here... she should be here...
5 - SHE'S HERE!
I sighed, rushing to my little sister. She was picking out candies in the sweets' section. I hugged her tight.
"Ew, Tyler, no! Cooties!" she squealed, laughing. I chuckled. "Sorry Sal," I apologized, letting her go.
"Got everything you wanted?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"Okay, let's go," I mumbled, swiveling my head quickly out of anxiousness. "Yay!"
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He's A Puppet
Horror"Tyler Birmingham has been missing for a week. If you see this boy, please contact the police immediately," the golden-haired news reporter said into the camera. She gave a false sympathetic smile, flashing her whitened, perfect teeth. Fluttering he...
