Ok, I may not get the greatest grades in the world, but I'm not stupid. Zac asks me to go over. The stupidest thing would be to just go over through the front door. Teenies are everywhere. People steal blades of grass, dandelions-anything. Sometimes people will get off buses and stare. I think that is so impolite. I told Zac once that I think his family should tell them to go away, to leave them alone. But no. His mother and father have both said, "As long as the girls don't hurt anyone in the family." The Hansons are nice in that way.
I walked around from my backdoor to their backgate. Strange, none of the younger childern were playing outside. They usually are. I walked over toys to the backdoor.
As I walked through the kitchen to the hall, I called "Hello? Anyone home?"
"Rayne?" I heard someone call.
"Hello?"
"Rayne, come to my room." It was Zac. Thank goodness he's not hurt.
I ran up the stairs to the room where the boys share. "Zac, where is everybody? What's wrong?" He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bunkbeds. His beatiful, long, blonde hair was covering his face. I sat down next to him.
He looked up. He had been crying. "Rayne, Taylor left!"
"What do you mean?" I asked alarmed.
Zac pushed some hair back from his face. "Tay and Dad got in a huge fight last night. When we woke up this morning, he was gone. There was no note, nothing." He sniffed. "We have no idea where he is! Mom and Dad are worried sick. Ike's in a daze. Its like he's not even here."
"Where's everyone else?"
"Issac went with Mom and Dad to find him. Everyone is here, their just so upset, they're quiet."
I paused for a minute, then asked. "Where could he have gone?"
Zac broke down and cried. It was the first time, in my 8 years of knowning him, that he cried openly in front of me. Before, when he cried, he tired to cover it up.
"We don't know."
That's all he could say before, I too, broke down and cried.
