Lost Sister

Date: 6/18/2020

It was the first day of school and early in the morning. It was still dark out. I was outside getting ready to go. Apparently I had a motorcycle in the garage, but it wasn’t working. A girl from my high school named Kiera came over and asked for a ride, and I had to drive my sister, so I ditched the motorcycle and began to head towards my car. Kiera was acting kind of strange, and then a gang of boys showed up that she knew. They were clearly kind of sketchy, and I was hoping they would leave so we could get to school on time. My sister came out and they began talking to her. They kind of distracted me, but the next thing I knew, I saw my sister walking away with one of the guys. I called out to her, but before I knew it she was gone. I was furious. I didn’t go to school and stormed into my house, telling my parents what happened. My dad as checking the “Find my Friends” app and calling the police. It turned to nighttime very suddenly, when the boy gang appeared back on my porch. I was so furious and upset with them that I pushed one up against the wall and demanded to know where my sister was. They acted like they didn’t know anything, just sitting on my porch chairs and stuff. I think I actually punched and kicked some of them. Eventually they left and I tried texting my sister only for some random person to answer, saying it was a young woman named Emily and she didn’t know anything about my sister. This time a group of young girls came to my porch and I was talking to them through my window. I was still pretty furious so I was shouting at them and asking what they wanted. They started taunting me about losing my sister along with their boyfriends (they were spoiled, popular brats). I scared them off by screaming and threatening to hurt them. I was not having it. Some time passed and I was losing hope in finding my sister. I was then at a Christmas party, and had actually become close with some of the boys from the gang who became sympathetic for me. They claimed they really knew nothing about my sister. The one boy was named Chris, and we had some kind of connection. At the Christmas party, which was full of family and random people I didn’t know (I think the school held it), I just sat down and cried and he held me. All of a sudden, my sister walked up to me with another girl, wearing Christmas dresses. I was in disbelief, asking where she had been and why she didn’t answer her phone. She didn’t give me much of an explanation, but Chris said something about taking her to a prison to show her what it was like.