It's was the May 4th, 2005. That's when Kyla was taken. Stolen from her already broken family.
It happened after she got out of school. She was walking home by herself. Her silver glittery backpack bouncing against her back as she skips down the sidewalk. Kyla's hair tied up in a messy bun. Her blue, black, and silver Nikes with her jean shorts and black jersey that said "Team Paris" with an Eiffel Tower.
Kyla's bun was bobbing up and down as she skipped. She was on Allen Blvd. and she started to go down a shortcut through an alleyway. She slowly walked through the shaded alleyway. The hot and muggy Florida air surrounding her.
Kyla stood at a three way turn trying to remember what way she goes to get home. Was it left or right. She closed her eyes thinking of this morning when she came through here. A man asked Kyla,
"Are you lost?" He asked
"Do you know where East Wood Park is?"
The small six year old asked. He nodded.
"I can drive you there?" He said.
"Thank you!" She squealed.
He took her in his car. The man wore black and grey. He had brown hair like hers and blue eyes also exactly like hers. She closed the door to the white van he drove. She smiled and gave him her address.
That was the last time anyone saw her.
