Personal Narrative: Kyle's Disappearance

Kyle’s Disappearance Part One
Elise peddled her bike out of the concrete driveway, her eleven year old brother, Kyle, trailing behind her.
“Keep up Kyle, we’re gonna be late,” she said.
It was Kyle’s first time biking to school, so they left early to ensure they wouldn’t be late. Elise road along the edge of the road, making sure Kyle wasn’t too far behind her. Just then, another biker joined them, Kyle’s friend Carter who was the most obnoxious kid in the neighborhood, peddled beside him.
“Elise! Elise! Can Carter come with us?” Kyle asked.
“Carter, you know the way, right?”
Carter nodded his head. Elise knew he knew the way because every morning, Carter would always try to race her even though she was significantly faster than him and passed him with ease.
“You

two stick together, I’m going to go ahead,” she said.
With that, Elise sped off. She figured they would be fine on their own, she never would have guessed this may be the last time she saw her brother. That is, until she was called to the principal’s office.
When Elise arrived at the office, the tone wasn’t pleasant. She instantly knew something wasn’t right. As she opened the door to the principal’s office, her fears were confirmed. Three police officers stared at her, her mother and father were almost in tears. Mrs. Anderson, the principal, immediately sat her down.
“Where’s Kyle?” Elise asked.
No response. People looked around the room at each other, waiting for someone to say something.
“Where’s Kyle?” She repeated.
“We were hoping you could tell us,” said Mrs. Anderson.
Elise looked around in confusion. He wasn’t at school? He rode his bike with Carter, he was fine when she left him.
“What do you mean? He’s not here?”
“No Elise, he’s not.” Her father said.
“What happened to him?” She said, choking back tears.
“Earlier today, his friend Carter was found. He was hiding behind a dumpster, terrified. He said nothing at first, just muttering ‘they took him’ over and over again. Turns out, your brother was abducted. Carter said he was too, but released unharmed. Physically, he’s in good condition, but mentally, it’s another story.”
Elise stared at her, not knowing what to say. She shouldn’t have biked ahead, she shouldn’t have left them alone, it was her fault Kyle was missing.
“It’s my fault,” Elise muttered, “I shouldn’t have left them.”
“Elise, it’s not your fault,” her mother said, “you didn’t know.”
Elise just stared at her mother’s tear streaked face, she couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t even cry.

She just sat there, silent. She couldn’t help but put this on herself, if only she had stayed with them.
Just then, one of the officers phone rang, he urgently picked up the phone. The color drained from his face.
“they found something,” he said.
Elise and her family were rushed back to their neighborhood. They were taken into the woods a few blocks away from their house. There, laying in the leaves was Kyle’s bright red bike. Elise ran toward it, she knew Kyle wasn’t anywhere near there, but it was his bike, he loved that thing. She examined it, tears running down her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small folded piece of paper. She quickly picked it up and stuffed it in her pocket. As she watched the police wrap the yellow crime scene tape around the trees, she took it out of her pocket and delicately unfolded it. She was shocked at what she saw. In some of the neatest cursive she had ever seen, the words Clue Number One were written across the

front.
“Clue number one?” She muttered, “So this is a game to them? Well if it is, the game is just beginning.”