MISSING

     My head throbbed. I kicked back my covers and planted myself in my desk chair. On my desk was a beautiful mirror. My grandmother had given it to me. I peered into it even though I knew I had never been a morning person. I examined the pale, freckled face that stared back at me, and the big, red zit planted on her face. I placed the mirror face down, full of disgust.
     I swiftly typed in “FACEBOOK.COM”. Once there, I logged in. No friend requests yet. I exited out, a little disappointed. Nobody knew that I had an account, not even my best friend, Brenda. She had moved away, about a year ago, to Washington. Now, it seemed I had no friends offline either. I didn’t want to friend people, I had no idea why, but I felt more comfortable letting them find me.
    I trounced down the stairs at the usual time, moody because nobody had requested to be my friend. What’s for breakfast Mom?” I moaned. After no response, I huffed and made my way down the remaining steps. My mom wasn’t in the kitchen, which was rather odd for her. I wandered into the living room, which was empty too. A little concerned now, I scurried into my parent’s room, which lay empty as well. My younger sister, Elsie’s room was empty also, as was my older brother, Randy’s. Almost scared now, I picked up the house phone and called my mom’s cell. No answer. Then my dad. Still no answer.
     I flew down the stairs and grabbed my cell phone. I punched in Brenda’s number. After about 5 minutes of ringing without an answer, I hung up. What was happening to me?


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