Okay . . . just calm down. Calm down and pick
up the phone. It’s not like I can sweep this one under the rug, like the broken
vase . . . or the mirror.
Oh my gosh, I’m in so much trouble! How could
I have done this? I am the stupidest sister in the world. How could I lose my
little brother!
She’s never going to forgive me for this. Okay.
Here goes. Maybe it won’t be so bad. Mom, come on. Be in a good mood. "Hello,
Mom. Hi, umm . . . how’s your day going? You’re stuck in traffic? And Grandma
called? And someone stole your purse.”
“Rough day, huh?”
“Well, Mom. The reason I called was—
“I messed up big time! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t
realize. I’m so sorry. I just went upstairs to check my MySpace really quick. And
then Mel messaged me about how this cute guy Jason was going to ask me to the
dance and, well, I got distracted and I started messaging her back. Then Mel
called and I just ended up talking on the phone and then once I hung up, I
realized how long I had left him alone.
“I ran downstairs and he was gone.
“The doors were all shut, but he was gone. So
I ran through the house and I looked and looked and he wasn’t anywhere. I ran outside
and I knocked on all the neighbors’ doors and they hadn’t seen him. I’m sorry. Everyone
is so great helping me look for him, but we just can’t find him.”
“Chelsea’s
mom called the police and now they’re looking too. I’m so—
“Who am I talking about? Kyle! I know, I was
supposed to be watching him and now I’ve lost my baby brother. I left him downstairs
and he was—
“What? Kyle’s with you. But I—
“You took him with you? Oh. Ha, ha, ha, that’s
funny—in a sick way. Well, what a relief.
“Uh, I guess I better tell the police.”