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Ok, I woke up this morning, like every morning, got up, put some clothes on, came upstares. Well, THIS morning, my little brothers friend wanted to come and play with him. I looked in his room for him and he wasn't there. I told his friend that he wasn't there.(I was curious at this point) a few seconds later I figured I aught to find him. he wasn't in the house. I alerted my little sister to the fact that I couldn't find him (at this point I was scared) and they (her and her friend that spent the night) went to see if he was at his friends houses. he wasn't, nor was he lying in a dich, I checked. as i walked up the yard several thoughts passed my mind: What if he was kidnapped? no, they wouldn't have taken just him, what if he died? What, just up and died, no. He must be at his friends houese, but he knows better than to just leave with out asking permission, I know that, shut up, it's true. (That other voice is my more reasonable side) When I was going to catch up with my sister, (she was in the road ahead of me) I had the thought that I would strangle him. hug him, then strangle him. he wasn't at his friends houses. I proptly broke down in tears, All I could think was "he's dead" my sister, who is more level headed than me, thought that, since my dad wasn't there, (his truck was gone) that he might have taken him, and lo and behold, she was right.
The moral of this story, If your going to leave and no one is awake to tell, leave a note so your family won't have to go through this too.
"You won't fool the Children of the
Revolution" ~Moulin Rouge |
