The Comeback

Chapter One 

Why is no one coming… it’s been 5 years since my disappearance, I don’t know where I am and I don’t want to know where I am. My parents died when I was 10, I was alone for a long time, that’s when I met Berkeley. Berkeley was always a good friend, I always depended on him, until 3rd grade, I went missing during gym and guess what, Berkeley did nothing about it! He didn’t come, didn’t text, didn’t call, did nothing. The police stopped looking for me 3 ½ years ago, not like I thought they were going to find me, but I had hope. 

“Don’t worry, Don’t be afraid,” said the voice, it sounded familiar, a young woman, with a man in the front, I couldn’t see their faces, I still don’t know what they look like. I wonder every day if I know the person who took me, but I couldn’t imagine anyone who could have taken me away from my friends, my “family”, my whole life. Waking up in an old cottage still takes some getting used to, but I can’t take it anymore I have to leave, I have to find Berkeley and make sure he is okay, I have to get back at the people who took me. 

I was determined to make a plan and get out of this randos house, so I made a plan, I was going to wait until they leave, they always lock the doors behind them in case I try and run out, but I was going to get out this time, when they lock the doors and I hear their car start and drive away I was going to look around for a spare key, everyone had one… right? Anyway, I will find a spare key, unlock the door and run, no wait, I will unlock the door, take my phone they took five years ago, call someone and run, wait the cameras, I will unplug the cameras for the outside, and inside, then take my light green iPhone 5c with my pink butterfly case, some food, and run, I will run as fast as I can until I come across a gas station, I always had a 10 dollar bill in my phone case, I will get food and water, then run again until I get into town. 

I sat in the brown log cabin in the middle of the woods somewhere in Maine, I knew this because the drive wasn’t that long to get here may be a 2-hour drive? I am originally from Portland, ME, I had lots of time and I am a smart kid so I decided to do the math of the walk from here back to Portland, I came up with 52 hours, which if you think about it isn’t that bad… with my plan I had, it would take me about 2-3 days to non-stop walk, but if I stopped to sleep, eat, and rest. It would take me about 4-5 days at least. Would people remember me? I wondered, I know Berkeley would, but would he be mad? Would he not want to be friends with me anymore? I had so many, too many questions, but the biggest one for me was if Berkeley was okay, I hope he forgot about me, I don’t want him to worry, I need him not to worry. 

“Cleo!!!”, yelled whoever took me, “We are leaving, don’t go anywhere!”, he yelled with sarcasm, I filled with rage as I heard them laugh after she said that, I wanted to yell back, “You are a worthless, heartless, rude human being, I hope you crash while you are driving!!”, but of course I couldn’t they would be so mad who knows what they would do. 

About 10 minutes later, I heard their car drive away, I looked out of my window that was about 10,000,000,000 feet above my bed. I saw the night sky glisten, and all the ducks file into the sparkling lake. I was scared to leave, I didn’t know if anything would happen to me, but I had to, it was my only chance, I have to take it.