I sprinted into the station and was deep into an argument with the receptionist when my parents finally caught up. “Will you please repeat which suspect you’re here to see?” I answered her, again, that my sister is not a suspect, and my patience was wearing thin. “I’m sorry,” she said, “We don’t have a case file by that name.” I just stared at her, my was blank with shock-or so my parents have told me. I walked, silently, over to the nearest bench and collapsed, I felt as if I was in a trance. This couldn’t be happening, I thought, this isn’t happening. I’m going to wake up any minute and everything will be just fine, I kept thinking.
My mother came and sat next to me. For a while we just sat in silence. At this point, my dad was still arguing with the receptionist. “Everything will be just fine,” my mom said. I wanted to reply, I just couldn’t think of the words. Instead, I just sat up and hugged her. I didn’t know what else to do. In that one motion, I’d felt closer to my mom than I’d ever had.
“We’re going home,” the sudden statement from my dad, finally broke us apart. On the ride home, I was deep in my thoughts. I kept thinking that I was going to wake up; I even pinched myself a few times, with no result. Nothing changed, no one spoke, and we were all silent. When my dad pulled into the driveway, my mom jumped out and ran to another car in the driveway. It was Mike’s car, but that didn’t make any sense, he was not supposed to be here. The criminal was leaning against his car when he saw us; he smiled and opened the passenger side door. I’m going kill him, I thought, and just then, stepping out with a huge smile on her face, was my sister.
Two hours, a lot of yelling, a few punches, and a very successful tackle-made by me-later we were all sitting in the kitchen, kind-of peacefully. I was still mad at my sister and Mike, but not as much as before. I had a feeling that I would be mad at them for a while, but I had to make peace with them, for tomorrow at least. What kind of sister would I be, to be angry at the bride on her wedding day? This whole incident was probably caused by me making my sister think her frog was dead-it’s only a frog, seriously. I can only hope that I can think of some perfect trick in retaliation to this, not dead fish, and defiantly no kidnappings. I’ll think of something, eventually, maybe… I got it! I’ll tell a very embarrassing story tomorrow, she’ll kill me, but I don’t care
Posted by Kaitlynn Kaitti
July 6, 2008
Bye-Bye
P.S. I finished my Book that I'd started on Thursday... **Happy Dance** No More Trickster Queen... Ha Ha to my BFF... She wanted to read it to **Smiles mischievously**
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