The Missing Girl

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It all started four weeks ago when my sister went missing. We were riding our bikes home from school and she started speeding up. She turned a corner, then I heard a scream and that was the last time I saw her. I threw my bike down and ran around the corner and, all I saw was her bike laying on the ground and a small pool of blood. I scream her name until I lost my voice. I went straight to the police when I stopped screaming. They've been looking for her ever since. My parents don't know that she's gone, they think that she's at our grandparents. I'm gonna have to tell them eventually. Every night I see her in my head going around that corner. She was only in second grade why couldn't they just have taken me. I mean I'm a fifteen year old boy. I could have handled myself. I'm such a terrible brother, how could I have let this happen? My mom and dad called my grandma and asked her if my sister was over there, she said no. That's when I had to tell them. After that they couldn't even look at me. I don't know if it was because I looked to much like her or if thy were just so mad at me that thy shouldn't even look at me. They wouldn't even talk to me. The police still haven't found anything. They told me that they were doing everything that they could, but I knew that they weren't getting anywhere. I can never walk that way again because it reminds me of that day. The day my sister was kidnapped. The way that I usually walked was blocked off so I had to take the way that I vowed never to take again but, I'm glad that I went that was because I would've never saw the thing that could lead us to my sister.