Missing
Chapter one
So here I was. Alone in a small Arizona town that up until today had housed a bustling community. I have no idea what happened either. I woke up to find everything the way it usually was. Hyperactive brother, overprotective father, working mother. A normal life for a normal girl. My name is Juliet Grim.
“Jules, wake up! Now!”
Juliet Grim woke up this morning like all the rest. With her father making a big fuss over her waking up and taking care of the animals. They could wait and jam atau two, right? But according to him, “They are to be fed at six o’clock sharp every morning without fail!” She chuckled a bit as she imagined him saying that over and over again each hari she was late. Seemed to me, sejak the sound of that shout, that he was gonna be saying it again. Juliet quickly dressed herself in her usual baby blue jeans, a t-shirt from her small selection, and the bronze tali pinggang buckle that she won from the fair a few years back. She considered combing her hair, but decided against it. It would be a mess after taking care of the Haiwan anyway, not to mention, she never has been the type to make a fuss over her appearance. The way she figured it, if she had to dress up for a guy to think she was pretty, he was the wrong guy. She finished dressing sejak slipping on a pair of work boots and exited her room. She was shocked to see that her father wasn’t there leaning against the saat floor railing, arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his forearm. She walked through the empty house, out into the yard. It was a big property, almost 10 acres. Her family supplied most of the towns produce and dairy. She spotted her mother and 8 tahun old brother milking a cow a few feet away and walked towards them. Her mother spotted her coming and waved.
“Hey there, honey! anda took such a long time getting up, we had to feed the Haiwan without you.”
“Ya, sorry about that, Mom. Bet dad must have been pissed.”
“Who, dear? Oh well, doesn’t matter. Could anda do me a favor, sweetie?”
Juliet frowned. What did she mean ‘who?’, this hari was beginning to get a little weird. “Sure thing, Mom. What do anda need?”
“I need anda to head down to Phil’s store and give him some papers for me. They’re over there sejak the chicken pen.” She said, turning back to taking care of the cow.
“Ok,” Juliet said, while inwardly cringing. Phil’s ‘store’ was a small bar. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed inside a bar, but this town was a small one and ran on it’s own rules. She really hated having to go there. It always stunk of cigarette smoke, the bartender was always having loud conversations with his unemployed son, Steve, there were always these two big burly men having some contest atau other, and the sounds of the daycare across the jalan always drifted in whenever someone opened the door. Juliet sighed and went to go get the papers.
Chapter one
So here I was. Alone in a small Arizona town that up until today had housed a bustling community. I have no idea what happened either. I woke up to find everything the way it usually was. Hyperactive brother, overprotective father, working mother. A normal life for a normal girl. My name is Juliet Grim.
“Jules, wake up! Now!”
Juliet Grim woke up this morning like all the rest. With her father making a big fuss over her waking up and taking care of the animals. They could wait and jam atau two, right? But according to him, “They are to be fed at six o’clock sharp every morning without fail!” She chuckled a bit as she imagined him saying that over and over again each hari she was late. Seemed to me, sejak the sound of that shout, that he was gonna be saying it again. Juliet quickly dressed herself in her usual baby blue jeans, a t-shirt from her small selection, and the bronze tali pinggang buckle that she won from the fair a few years back. She considered combing her hair, but decided against it. It would be a mess after taking care of the Haiwan anyway, not to mention, she never has been the type to make a fuss over her appearance. The way she figured it, if she had to dress up for a guy to think she was pretty, he was the wrong guy. She finished dressing sejak slipping on a pair of work boots and exited her room. She was shocked to see that her father wasn’t there leaning against the saat floor railing, arms crossed, tapping his fingers against his forearm. She walked through the empty house, out into the yard. It was a big property, almost 10 acres. Her family supplied most of the towns produce and dairy. She spotted her mother and 8 tahun old brother milking a cow a few feet away and walked towards them. Her mother spotted her coming and waved.
“Hey there, honey! anda took such a long time getting up, we had to feed the Haiwan without you.”
“Ya, sorry about that, Mom. Bet dad must have been pissed.”
“Who, dear? Oh well, doesn’t matter. Could anda do me a favor, sweetie?”
Juliet frowned. What did she mean ‘who?’, this hari was beginning to get a little weird. “Sure thing, Mom. What do anda need?”
“I need anda to head down to Phil’s store and give him some papers for me. They’re over there sejak the chicken pen.” She said, turning back to taking care of the cow.
“Ok,” Juliet said, while inwardly cringing. Phil’s ‘store’ was a small bar. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed inside a bar, but this town was a small one and ran on it’s own rules. She really hated having to go there. It always stunk of cigarette smoke, the bartender was always having loud conversations with his unemployed son, Steve, there were always these two big burly men having some contest atau other, and the sounds of the daycare across the jalan always drifted in whenever someone opened the door. Juliet sighed and went to go get the papers.
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the Ros bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that anda have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement hari coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the Ros bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that anda have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement hari coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
A child huddles in a corner,
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His hati, tengah-tengah breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two Bidadari with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and sejak the time people notice
it's too late.
The three Bidadari have already left.
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His hati, tengah-tengah breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two Bidadari with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and sejak the time people notice
it's too late.
The three Bidadari have already left.