Lost

SOL #14

Lost

March 15, 09

The thought shook my head. She was lost.
“Where’s Joana?” Anita asked in a too-loud voice.
“I’ll look for her; I have your cell phone number!” I offered, Anita nodded, her face scanning the whole store with horror. I ran. I ran to the nearest cashier I could find.
“Please! Call this name on the phone!” I told the woman in front of the cash register. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.
“Kristina!” She called. A woman with dark red hair walked over to her. The chatted, I thought it was about Joana, I leaned closer.
“I know, that guy in the furniture section is so hot! I mean, he has six pack and all!” Kristina whispered anxiously.
“What are you waiting!?” I screamed, startling them. “She could be kidnapped! Call her!” I was hysteric, I wouldn’t stand loosing Joana, and she was so small and so beautiful: her straight golden with copper hair, her cinnamon eyes, her pale skin, and her beautiful little voice that sounded like silver jingle bells. I was at the edge of crying. Kristina was trying not to laugh, like the rest of the people there. Then I exploded, like a bag of flower that had been filled up too much and had been carried so long, it finally ripped and let the flower out into a whirling white disaster. I started to cry,
“You miserable inconsiderated people! I hope you all die or lose a limb! And if anything happens to Joana! I hope the same thing happens to you!” I screamed. I walked away, not minding to look bag. But I couldn’t hear anything behind me, not even whispers. I walked further and dried my tears with my sleeves. Then I saw her, Joana, she was holding Anita’s hand, crying. I ran to her. Mariana – Joana’s sister – took her by the arm and pulled her away.
“What happened?” I asked Anita,
“She tried to get to the bathroom alone, but she got so scared she peed in her pants.” Anita sighed. I imagined all the people back at the cashier crying and with big dark spots on their pants. I made my giggle. But Joana was safe, that was all that mattered to me.