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hilo here is my story.

“BROOKE!!!!!!!” my so called father barked one morning. “What?” I groan. “Wake up it’s time for breakfast!” he commanded. “But dad…” obviously, I was cut off by my impolite father. “The only but I should see is your butt sitting at the kitchen table eating you breakfast.” My dad argues. “Why, isn’t it Saturday?” I question. “No, it’s Thursday, and your bus leaves in **__TEN MINUTES__**.” He cautioned and sounded pretty angry which is kind of weird because my dad is usually calm, laid back and doesn’t really care about anything. So I thought he probably got up on the wrong side of the bed, so it would probably make him a little bit happier if I fallow what he had said, and I had to or else I would miss my bus. Then as I got down the stairs I hear my dad holler, **__“FIVE MINUTES!”__** So I grab my back pack, sweater and lunch, jump into my shoes, then, fall! No, I didn’t get hurt, no, I didn’t cry, but I __did__ get up, run to my bus and hopped in just before it left.

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As I walked to my locker, as normal, I remember that I didn’t see my mom like I usually do before I go to school. She probably left early to get to work, but the office doesn’t open until 11 o’clock, and it only takes 10 minutes to get there, why would she leave that early when she would have to wait for 3 hours in her car? So through out the whole day I thought about her and where she was. During math, instead of multiplying fractions (which I already know how to do so it obviously wasn’t important), I thought,” Maybe she went on a business trip.” But she would have left a note or my dad would have told me and my little brother, but he didn’t. During social studies, instead of reading about Lewis and Clark’s expedition, I thought,” she probably went to the store” but she would have taken the car and I almost ran into it earlier. As I walked to my creative writing class, I jotted down some notes. __To do list for Tonight__ - ask dad, or LITTLE SISTER, if either of them knows anything. (They probably don’t know anything but it doesn’t hurt to try_ - try to call mom’s cell # to see if I can ask her where she is. - look around to see if there are any notes from mom - finish project on France.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ When I got home I called my dad. As the phone started ringing I heard the door bell. It was my brother. While I jog to the door I noticed that it was my sister, then it all goes blank. The next thing I know, I’m lying on the floor with my sister hovering over me, and I think I was laying on some thing hard. “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?” I scream. “YOU WERE UNCONSCOUS, AND I WAS TRYING TO WAKE YOU UP!!!!!” My sister answers, and… wait… was he trying to HELP ME????? Oh my gosh, I just might die. So after I got up, I ask my sister,” how long was I asleep?” My sister (Rebecca) responds in the most snobbish way, “WHY????” “Because.” “WHY?” “Because.” “WHY? “Because I __need__ to know!!!” “Why????” “TELL ME RIGHT NOW OR… OR… NO DESSERT FOR A MONTH!!!!!” “Dad won’t stand for this!!!!” Rebecca argues. “Once he hears about what you’ve done WILL let it happen, trust me, or if he thinks my punishment isn’t good enough he’ll probably do something even worse, like… like… cutting the cable!!!!” I said trying and succeeding to scare her. “Fine, fine, fine! It’s bad enough that I have to go a whole month without dessert!!! You were asleep for about an hour maybe an hour and a half.” “WHAT!?!?!?” I wail. “I… I… I think you… you… should lie down and… and… WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” She shrieked and I think she went up stairs to lock her self in her room. Since I’m the oldest, I have to, “take responsibility” And calm Rebecca down. I knock on her bed room door, and then I hear her mumble,”wha… wha… why did you faint?” “Well if you open the door I’ll tell you.” I say. “Okay Brook, I’ll open the door for you.” Once she opens the door she slowly asks, “are you going to start shouting again?” “No, I won’t shout any more.” “Okay so why did you faint?” she mumbles. “Well, did you see mom this morning?” “No.” she replies. “Well I didn’t see her either, so I’ve been thinking about her __all__ day, so I made a list of what I wanted to do when I got home so I called dad and … wait… DAD!!!!!!!! Do you know were the phone is?!?!?!?!?” “I don’t know! Look where you fell!” Rebecca said which probably is the smartest think she’s said in her whole 9 year old life! “The phone can wait for another few minutes. But I thought that mom might have been … dead. I guess the shock just stunned me too much.” I explain. “but I thought that only happens in movies!” Rebecca says shocked. “Yeah that’s probably what you’d think but it doesn’t only happen in movies.” I respond. “Okay, is that a good enough explanation for you?” “Yeah, I guess. But earlier didn’t you say something about calling dad?” she says. “OH! I ALMOST FORGOT!!!!!” Once I get to the phone I call my dad. I listen to it ring and ring and ring, then I finally hear it pause which means, “DAD?! DAD?!?! DAD?!?!?!” “Are you still there?” a computerized voice said. “the number you have dialed is not in service. Please…” I hang up. So if my dad didn’t pick up his phone, then where can he be? Where’s my mom? Where are they? Then I hear the door bell. It was Megan. I open the door for her. “Hi, I’m Megan, a girl scout that is selling the one and only HAND DIPPED, CHOCOLATE COVERED, STRAWBERRIES!!!!” “Now’s not a good time, can you please come tomorrow?” “But, but, all the time is the perfect time to buy!!!” “NO MEGAN, NOW IS NOT A GOOD TIME!!!!!” I say sounding super angry. “Fine!! I didn’t want to sell anything to you any way.” She says the goes stomping back home. “Becka, please call mom for me.” “Fine but you owe me a buck” “Why?” “Because you’re using up my time!” she replies. “fine, I’ll be back, I’m going to go to mom’s office.” I yell ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ As I get to my mom’s office, I see my mom’s work-mates walking out of the building. “Hi” I say. “Brooke, glad to see you! How did you get here?” she asks. “I rode my bike, don’t you know I live only about 3 blocks away.” I respond. “That’s right! But, where’s you’re mom?” “I thought she was here!” I say. “Well, I haven’t seen her all day! So I thought she took the day off.” She replies. “Do **__you__** know where she is?” I ask her. “I think she said something about coffee but I can’t remember what.” She answers. “I’m sorry but that’s all I know.” “It’s okay, but thanks for the help anyway.” ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ As I ride my bike home, I go through the evidence in my head. //Okay, so I know that my mom wasn’t here this morning but she was here yesterday, and when I got home she wasn’t home and dad didn’t pick up the phone, and I guess that’s all or did I miss anything? Oh! Wait! Didn’t my mom’s work mate say something about coffee and my mom normally has coffee in the morning with Megan’s mom! I got it! She’s down the street at Ms. Johnson’s (a.k.a. megan’s mom’s)house.// I didn’t wan to waste a second, so I go to megan’s house and ring her doorbell. Ms. Johnson opens the door and there she is!!!!! “Mom!!!!!” I scream running to her/ “Hi Brooke. What are you doing here?” “Looking for you! Where were you all day?” “I was at home this morning, doing the laundry and then at around 1:45 I came over here, why?” she questioned. “Well I’ve been looking for you all day!” “I left a note on the table, and I just finished talking to Becka.” “I told Becka to call you so she actually listened to me.” “Is that all you wanted?” my mom say’s seeming puzzled. “Sorry mom I was just worried.” I say.