I hadn’t seen John since yesterday morning and I had really begun to worry. When I got back from the store, the breakfast I had made had not been eaten and John was nowhere to be found. It was like he just disappeared. I searched the entire house but found no trace of him. He didn’t even write a note. I tried calling his cell phone but all I got was an answering machine. After driving to all of his favorite hangouts, I came up empty. Where could he have gone? He had just lost his entire family and I knew that he felt that it was his fault, but he wasn’t one to go off and do something stupid or dangerous. I just hoped that he was alright. Ronald Terrepet, the best friend of John’s father, had called when John didn’t show up for their weekly coffee outing. When I told him that John was nowhere to be found, he was concerned, but wasn’t going to do anything drastic. “If he’s not back by tomorrow,” Ronald said, “then we need to worry.”
I woke up that morning in John’s house, hoping that he would show up, but it was just me and Marco. The only thing I could think of doing was going to school and seeing if anyone there knew anything about John’s whereabouts. I walked through the hallways, my favorite purse by my side. I probably looked like a wreck, considering I didn’t sleep at all the night before; I was too caught up in worry. One of my friends, Katy, walked past me.
“Hi, Melissa. Whoa! Are you ok? You look horrible!”
“I’m fine,” I lied, putting on my best smile. I walked past a window and glanced at my reflection. I did look horrible. Maybe I would put on some makeup to cover up the mess that I was. I walked into the girls’ bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, placing my purse on top of the sink. I opened my bag and began rummaging through the junk for some mascara. The last time I had been in my purse was two days ago. My fingers wrapped around my mascara, but just as they did, I felt something on the top of my hand. I thought something had tipped over and I began to draw out my hand, but whatever it was, it was still attached. I could feel it pinching my skin. I pulled my hand out and shrieked in surprise, gripping the sink to keep myself from falling over. The object on my hand fell back into my bag and I scrambled to look into my purse, trying to convince myself that I hadn’t seen what I just thought I saw. I tentatively opened my bag and looked inside. My heart skipped a beat.
There was John, lying on my wallet, staring up at me. He couldn’t have been more than four inches tall. I could see the fear on his face, the rampant emotions that he must have been feeling. I wondered if I looked the same.
~Torch~
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