If the Sky Falls

What a Young Girl Should Know

May 16th 1950

I knew everything, a very clever young lady. From Mathematics to sport, I knew it all. Until one day my 14 year old sister went missing, I took a turn for the worse. Fell in love with the bad boy, I've been watching him for months now and today I gained the confidence to ask for a name. Well of course I already know his name, but I don't want to seem like every other girl. I want to be different, not like the rest. So at school, I saw him sat on the bench tittering at what was probably a cruel joke, and started conversation.

"What do you want?" Michael said, the instant I came over to his bench.

"I'm Cynthia, Cynthia Jones, you?" I asked, holding out a hand.

"I'm Michael Miller, but listen Jones I only like bad bitches, if that's why your here, and I assume it is." He said confidently, rejecting my hand.

"Well it's certainly not why i'm here, don't flatter yourself too much Michael." I objected.

"So why else would you be here then?"Michael teased.

"To be polite, not for your sake." I rebounded.

"So your one of them girls-" said Michael, looking me up and down.

"I'm sorry did you say one of them girls?! My gosh do people ever stop objectifying women these days!" I interrupted.

"Alright, alright, calm down and let me finish."Michael drawled.

"Whatever Michael." I snapped. God I hate him already.

"I was going to say one of the girls, that play hard to get, I like it." Michael whispered in my ear.

"Please, as if you would take interest in someone like me, I mean come on." I interjected, taking a step away from Michael.

"How do you know Jones? Been doing your research?" Michael said, while staring me in the eyes seductively.

"No, why would I do research on a train wreck of a man such as yourself." I retorted, angry at the fact he was correct.

"Train wreck? There's a reason girls are waiting in line for me, come on admit it, i'm hot. Who wouldn't do research on me?" He smirked. Ugh, the smirk.

"Myself, I wouldn't, there are many men like you on this planet. Stupid men." I said, gaining confidence. A lot actually, he deserved to be stood up to.

"Firing insults now? Why don't you leave before you get yourself in trouble Cynthia." badgered Michael.

"Fine." I acceded.

So as he said, I left feeling full of remorse from my actions. I knew I shouldn't have snapped at him, because I knew what a young girl should know.

I hate him, I really do but his dark, slicked back hair, brown eyes, sharp jawline and flawless skin made him seem almost angelic.

May 17th 1950

I didn't sleep a wink last night. My head overwhelming me with worry. Of course my sister, Eliza has been missing for what seems like forever, but is only 2 weeks.

Eliza's disappearance was a mystery. It was one night when her and my mother were arguing. The sound of screaming filled my head with commotion. I was scared, so scared. If I could go back I would have talked to her. I would've told her that everything will be okay. But I didn't. I was at the top of the stairs recoiling whenever I heard a slam or something smash. I was foolish.

That night when Eliza went to bed I could hear the faint sound of her crying in to her pillow. I was to agitated to go in, so I just went to bed. When I woke up Eliza was gone. The moment I tried to see if she was okay, she was gone.

I soon realised that Eliza would never run away. Even if she did she would tell me. We're sisters, best friends.