TWENTY-SEVEN

I strolled into school on Monday morning, putting on the latest pair of jeans the famous company, ‘Trendy Threads’, had to offer, with Ashley by my side. I expected attention from those in the hallway and I got it, but not for my awesome light blue jean, it was for my older sister's kidnap.

In a blink of an eye, a small group of girls had formed around Ashley and I, each of them asking questions and making strange compliments and comments.

“I heard about your sister's kidnap, are you okay?”

“You must be so sad and depressed.”

“Oh my God, you're so brave coming to school after such a horrific experience.”

“You're so strong, you were coming to school all through the traumatic experience.”

“I heard one of them was killed. ”

“How is your sister?”

“I know he is depressed, he is just trying to look happy, so brave.”

And on and on it went as the crowd of girls increased. I glanced at Ashley and she whispered “say something.”