She wasn’t at school.
“She has to be. I saw her get on the bus this morning,” Katie said. She tried to keep her voice calm, reasonable, measured. But already the panic and guilt were setting in. She hadn’t actually seen her sister get on the bus. Sure she’d seen the bus pulling up. And yeah, she’d seen her sister walk out the door. But the truth was she hadn’t actually seen her sister get on the bus. Now it was five hours later and her mother was calling.
“I just turned my phone on and there’s a message from the school saying she isn’t there. You’re sure she’s not at home?”
Katie kept her breath steady. “I’ve been home for the last hour and I haven’t seen her. Maybe she went out somewhere?” That was silly. Her sister never went out anywhere. She barely got out of bed. That’s why she went to a special school and that’s why Katie was supposed to watch to make sure she got on the bus.
“I’m on my way home,” Katie’s mom said.
“Yeah, okay.” Katie ended the call on her phone. The school must have made a mistake. Her sister wasn’t home. Katie would know if she was home.
Katie walked through the house once more, shouting her sister's name, as though she might be hiding in a closet or something. She was definitely not in the house.
Ten minutes later she heard the front door and ran downstairs.
"She here?" Mom asked.
"Not a sign," Katie replied, grabbing Mom's coat.
"I'm guessing she might have locked herself in the neighbor's garage again. They won't be home from work for hours."
"What are we going to do?"
Mom closed the front door, looked at me, and took a deep breath. "I rented a couple of DVDs and ordered Vietnamese on the way home. After that . . . it's makeover time! God, when will people realize we have special needs too?"
Opening: Lauren Krystaf.....Continuation: Anon.