When I was little my sister went missing, now I am 16 and I am determined to find out whoever took my sunshine. From the time I first laid eyes on my sister I knew she would be my best friend, but I never thought she would go missing. Sometimes I lie awake in bed wondering did she runaway because she didn't love me anymore.
This idea makes me start to cry silent tears.
As I walked to school the next day I realize I didn't want to live a rich life with food on the table that I didn't work for... I wanted my sister's kidnapper.