The Girl Who Disappeared

Chapter 2

Today I woke up early for “School” bleh. I got up early for our homeschooling, but not this early. It felt like when you read too long in the car, and you just feel like throwing up. I walked downstairs and saw dad standing in the kitchen. He was making breakfast-French toast my favorite-for the two of us and my lunch for school, a turkey sandwich with carrots and apples. It smelled delicious. I walked to the kitchen counter and sat on one of the counter stools. When my dad finished making food, he brought our plates and sat down next to me. I took my plate and scarfed down my food “Hungry?” dad asked and then laughed. I glared at him. “It’s pretty early isn’t it?” dad said “I’m surprised I didn’t have to wake you up myself”. “Uh-huh” I said. I was still too tired to talk. “Well, we’d better go, don’t want to be late for your first day of school.” Dad said. I nodded. Then I went upstairs and grabbed my stuff, and when I came back dad was already waiting in the car. I walked to the car-a big grey van-and jumped in the passenger seat, then we drove to school.

When we got there, I saw that the building was old, like really old. And something about it looked… off. It also gave me a weird feeling, but when I told my dad how I was feeling he just looked at me and said, “It’s just nerves”. I wanted to say “No it’s not” but I didn’t. We walked to the building and when we got in, we followed the signs that said “Office” on them. When we got to the office, I got my school stuff and said goodbye to my dad. Then I followed the principal to my first classroom. He seemed like an ok guy. He was short bald and a little fat. And his voice was kind of scratchy, but he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be really mean. “So,” he said “I hear this is your first day going to public school, right?” “Yes” I said. Then I entered the classroom. I looked around and saw five other kids. There was one empty desk so when the teacher pointed, I sat. The teacher told everyone my name and where I was from, and then class started. As we worked, I studied the teacher. She was an interesting character; she was tall and very skinny. She was wearing a long black dress and black boots that went up to her knees. Her eyes looked tired, and she was wearing glasses and had her hair in a bun.

At lunch that day I walked into the cafeteria and picked an empty table. Just then a girl from my class walked up and asked if she could sit with me. “Uh, sure” I said. She sat down. “My names Alexa” She said “what’s yours?” “Max” I answered. Alexa had long red hair and green eyes. She had the personality of a popular girl even though she wasn’t. She wasn’t shy and didn’t care what people thought about her. She even wore clothes she made herself! “So how long have you been living here?” Alexa asked. “About four years” I answered. “Woah, then how come I haven’t seen you at all?” “I was homeschooled up until now.” “Oh, that makes sense”. Then we sat in silence for the rest of lunch.

Classes went well for the rest of the day, and when my dad came to pick me up, I said goodbye to Alexa, and she said she’d see me the next day. As I got in the car, I realized the shirt my dad was wearing. It was a yellow button up shirt with pom trees all over it! “Dad!” I said “What?” he asked. “Your Shirt!” “What this old thing? This is nothing, wait until you see my next one.”. Oh great, I thought. My dad is so embarrassing. After a while he asked how it went so, I told him. But I should have just waited because when I got home, I had to retell everything to my mom and sister.

That night I did my homework, (there was a lot) and because I knew I would have get up really early the next day, (I was not excited) I went to bed.

One response to “The Girl Who Disappeared”

  1. …and your wonderful story continues…I appreciate the characters and a certain thoughtfulness in your writing…I want to read more! …


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