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Milk carton kids

Missing kids are nothing new in this town. The only 'new' thing about it is new missing kids. A new one every week to be exact. I suppose it's no surprise that kids go missing here.

Considering what the kids here are like. They're all the same with a few differences between the boys and girls. They all have the same fearlessness, all beliving that they can destroy anything that tries to hurt them.

I look over at my younger sister, we're sitting eating breakfast. None of the schools have uniforms but she's still wearing the same thing all girls her age wear.

A sleeveless blouse, pink skirt, white knee high socks and blue shoes. A light pink ribbon holds her hair in a ponytail. She's ten, three years younger than me, three years till she'll truly be herself.

I'm in my first year at high school, or the awakened year as others call it. You see, the kids are all the same, sure they have different skin tones and hair and eye colors, but they all act and dress the same.

Your thirteenth birthday is your awakening day, the day where you discover who you are, of course the adults know nothing about this, they all turn their heads from it all.

I'm not exactly getting to the point am I? To put it simply, the kids have no survival instincts. They're not scared of the dark or whats under their bed. They think that no harm could ever come of them, which from a kidnappers point of view must be easy prey.

It's the same sad story, kid goes missing, parents panic, their school photo gets stamped on a milk carton, they're never found, and the parents move on. The parents of missing kids aren't heartless if they move on, there's not much about a child around here to miss.

Sure, if my sister went missing I'd be worried, but at the end of the day she wasn't really a person, just a mindless clone. Although, it is only three more years till she's no longer mindless. Actually! Less than that! Her eleventh birthday is next month.

I suppose I should try to make sure she doesn't. I think I'll start walking her to and from school. If I be a good older brother and keep her safe then maybe I can have a normal family.

If all the kids in a family go missing then the family leaves town, and a new one usually a husband and a wife pregnant with their first born. I feel sad when I look at babies, thirteen years is a lot of time when your a new born.

You only seem to start getting memories once you turn thirteen. I remember my first day of high school, I was wearing the same blue striped shirt I had when I was younger, dispite the warm weather I had choosen to wear jeans.

When doing school shopping with my parents I had noticed a plain black hoodie, I gently asked my parents if I could get it, they were delighted that I had choosen something different. Dispite the plainess of the hoodie, it's my favourite item of clothing.

I look at this weeks milk carton, 'Timothy Wilson.' A picture of a thin boy with scraggly hair is paired with the name, the number 8 is also written down, along with the date he went missing, 6 weeks and 3 days ago.

This is just a little thing I started writing, if you'd like to see a continuation of this then comment or vote.