9/11: A Short Story

It was a stunning, and amazing September 11th in the dazzling city in Manhattan. I just woke up remembering my sister, Mia, who got lost during the dreadful time of 9’11. Today has indicated 2 years since she has been lost. We don’t know if she’s or if she’s dead. I went to change clothes and came downstairs. My mom was outside running some errands and my dad was sitting down with a newspaper in his hands.
“ Chantel it has been two years since your sister has been lost since 9’11.”
“ I know. I still miss her very much”
As I was feasting on my cereal , the phone started ringing. I quickly ran to the phone. The caller was an anonymous user. I picked up the phone and said “Hello?”
The caller responded “ I have one of your loved ones you cared

so much. Come and find her before it’s too late.” The caller hangs up.
I slowly put the phone back wondering to myself “Who does that guy have?”
“ Who was it?” asked my Father.
“ It was some anonymous caller who told me and I quote ‘ I have one of your loved ones you cared so much. Come and find her before it’s too late’. Do you think that person took Mia, dad?”
“ Probably not, he’s seemingly got the wrong number. Don’t worry about”
“Ok, bye dad. See you later.”
“Later sweetie. Have a great day at school”