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The Wrong Turn |
| Written by stephanie k | |
| Sunday, 09 March 2008 | |
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Share it:      “Are we there yet?” Isabella asked me yet again. I sighed. “Mom, tell her to leave me alone!” I moaned. We were driving on a stupid highway that had been going on forever, it seemed. Last week, we had gotten the fateful phone call, pronouncing our aunt’s death. Isabella, my seven year-old sister, still didn’t know. She didn’t know we were going to a funeral, she thought we were going to visit our aunt. I had asked if I could tell Isabella about it, at least that would shut the little brat up, anyway. Unfortunately, the answer was no. “Entertain her, please, Jackie?” My mom said, looking exhausted. “Here,” I said, jamming my old CD player into Isabella’s hands, “Listen to one of your baby songs!” The highway finally ended…. and turned into another one, a short one thankfully. By two o’ clock, we were driving along a narrow country lane, which nobody else was on, I noticed. “Mom, I’m hungry…” I whined. “Hon, look outside. Do you see any restaurants?” she replied, failing to sound cheerful. “If Dad were here, he would’ve taken the route that had restaurants,” I muttered angrily. Mom shot my a look. My dad was on a business trip…..in Hawaii! Without us. I mean how cheap can you get? After a few hours, we were still on the same road. I might not have noticed, but my mom was fumbling over a map. “I think we took a wrong turn,” She informed me. “Great, just great!” I said, thinking how Dad’s car had a state-of-the-art GPS system. Isabella’s head lolled sleepily onto my shoulder, dismissing all of our harsh words. The engine began to whine. Then, it stopped altogether. “We’re out of gas.” I observed flatly. “Let’s- let’s all step outside, while I call a tow truck, shall we?” My mom suggested. “Why do we have to get out?” I asked. “Come on Jackie,” She was almost pleading with me, “get some fresh air! We’ve been in the car for hours!” I decided not to torture her anymore, seeing as how she missed her sister as much as I did. I stepped out into the blinding sun. I slouched against the door, shielding my eyes against the sun. “Jackie, can we please go exploring? Pleease?” Isabella asked, giving me the smile that only worked on me. I shrugged. “All right, you hide and I’ll find you.” I said, thinking she would hide in the car. However, she ran straight into the thick wall of pine trees bordering the road. “Bella! Come back!” I yelled (I always said “Bella” and thought “Isabella”). My mom was still on the phone. “Mom-“I began, but she hissed, “Hold on, Jackie!” I looked back into the woods again. There was no sign of Isabella. I didn’t know what to do. Try as I did to ignore it, I was a sister, and I had to take care of Isabella. I went into the woods tentatively after her. It was so dark in there, because the trees covered the sun. “Bella!” I kept screaming. “Bella!” I don’t know how long I was in the woods before I chickened out, it might’ve been an hour, but I decided to go back and see if Isabella was already back. I ran, trying to find the way I had come, but it was at least an hour before I reached the spot where I had entered. I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed onto my knees. I looked around. Where was the car? Where was my mom? Where was….anything? I stood up, walked around, and sat back down again, in the middle of the road. Impossible ideas raced through my head. Had they left without me? Had they gone into the forest, too? Just as I made to turn around and check back in the forest, I felt that icy hand on my shoulder, holding me back. “I wonder why that tow truck is taking so long?” a deep, menacing voice said in my ear.
Copyright 2008 stephanie k |
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