Kidnapped

I open my eyes and look around. I don't see Alex. He must have just headed back to the house I think to myself. I get up and trudge my way home. I walk in the door and smell bacon. Going into the kitchen I see. My mom flipping pancakes on the griddle. "Looks good," I tell her as I grab an apple, "Have you seen Alex?" "No, sweetie. Not since you two left for the barn."

~Disclaimer~ This is a short story and I wrote it in a 15 minute span