• Teacher

    I and my sister held our breaths. Dusts clotted in our lungs, fear were all our thoughts. We watched through the crack in nook we were hiding in. The men were scavenging all around our little camp site, eating are food, trashing our belongings; no matter how few they were. They even seamed to be looking for us. The blade in my pocket would make sure they wouldn’t; one way or another.
    It must have been hours we were in that nook, maybe even a day. All I know is that I fell asleep to them singing some drinking song. When I awoke, Missy was gone from my grasped. I panicked, quickly going through the elaborate moves I did trying to get here. Once I was out, I had no time to stretch my limps.
    A fiery pain of fright burned at every nerve in my body, searching all over for Missy. I looked out into the never ending dessert, I looked by the small rocks she sometimes goes to play. No where. She was no where.
    I fell to my knees right where I stood. I cried. I cried for the first time in a long time. I wished for the first time too. I wished and cried harder then I could remember. I wished for my little sister back, my joy, my reason. I cried for her fright she must be feeling right about now.
    Right then and there, I gave up. I fell to my stomach. The dust and rocked bit at my sweat dampened skin. The heat of the sun was sinking in a burning my flesh as fast I could gasp for air.
    Then, I stopped. I remembered something that I should have never forgotten. I jumped up to my feet and I ran. I ran and I ran. I ran faster then I thought I could have. She has to be there. She always talks about being in that flush green forest in the cave. She always talks about being with her friend. Them two playing tea and other games. She told me a moth ago her friend had to go away for a while.
    He’s coming back today, and I just know she’s there to greet him. I just someone hasn’t greeted her first.