My first Good Luck Charlie story! I hope you enjoy!
The Great Charlie Rescue
Chapter 1
This is the story of how I lost my baby sister, Charlie.
It started out as a typical morning. Gabe was eating and complaining about all the homework he did the night before. P.J. was taking an extra long time in the bathroom. And I was packing my bag for school. But that's when everything went wrong.
Mom came downstairs looking wild and frightened.
"Has anyone seen Charlie?" she asked quickly.
"Isn't she supposed to be in her crib?" I asked.
"Yes, but she's not there!" Mom cried. "Her window is opened too and I never opened it!"
"Did Dad take her?" Gabe asked.
"No, I already asked him!" Mom said. "Where could she be? What if someone took her?"
"Mom," I said, getting up to pat her shoulder. "There's probably a simple explanation for this." I turned to where Gabe was eating. "Gabe."
He looked offended and said, "I did not take Charlie, I swear!"
I turned back to Mom. "Well, he sweared."
Mom got a frantic look in her eyes. "Maybe P.J!"
I nodded because it was a possibility. I headed to the bathroom and pounded on the door.
"P.J! Get out here! Charlie's missing!"
He opened the door and asked, "What?"
"Come on," I said. "Don't play games. Mom is really stressed right now. Now where is she?"
"What are you talking about, Teddy?" P.J. asked, and it didn't sound like he was playing dumb. "I never took Charlie!"
We went back to the living room where Mom was searching under the couch.
"Mom," I said. "P.J. didn't take Charlie either."
Mom stood up straight and gasped. "What if something happened to her? My poor Charlie!"
Dad came downstairs and asked, "Any luck finding her?"
We shook our heads.
"Okay kids," Dad said. "Search the house, I'm calling the police."
"I'll look in Charlie's room," I said.
As I walked to Charlie's room I was thinking, What if Charlie's just hiding? I'm sure she hasn't been kidnapped or anything!
I entered my little sister's room with the pony wallpaper. The room was a little chilly because the window was open.
Who opened it? I thought.
I left it open in case the police came to investigate the "crime scene", if I could call it that.
I looked in Charlie's crib where her soft, pink baby blanket was. She had a stuffed horse in there too. The blanket was ruffled and thrown to the side of the crib. The pillow was scrunched up near the bars.
That's odd, I thought.
I looked under the crib and found nothing but dust bunnies. I sneezed a couple of times after that.
I walked to the toy chest and opened it to find toys of all colors. But no matter how hard I looked, no sign of Charlie was to be found.
I opened the closet to reveal baby clothes on hangers and more toys. But yet again, no sign of my little sister.
I looked everywhere in the room but found Charlie was definitely missing.
I trotted back to the living room and decided to look there next. But I didn't have much luck because Mom was already searching there. Tears were dropping from her eyes and her hair was in a massive beehive.
"Mom?" I asked. "Are you okay?"
"I've fine," she answered, wiping some tears from her eyes. "It's just- I want Charlie to be safe. I'm so frightened Teddy, what will we do if we can't find her?"
"Mom," I soothed. "The police will find her. Wherever she is, she will be found."
Mom nodded and said, "I wish I could be optimistic like you, Teddy. I guess I feel this way because I am a mother."
The Duncan boys came to the living room soon after their search.
"Find anything?" I asked hopefully.
"No," P.J. reported. "We looked everywhere!"
I sighed and sat down on the couch.
"Does this mean we can stay home from school today?" Gabe asked.
P.J. and I gave him dirty looks as if to say "Don't push it."
But Mom nodded though. "You will stay home until we find her."
Dad came back into the living room and said, "I called the police. They'll be here any minute. Any clues to where she could be?"
"None," I said.
Dad sighed and stated, "We'll find her."
Just then, police cars drove up in to our driveway. Dad hurried to the door to let them in.
"Good morning officers," he said. "Please come in."
The officers came in and the question festival started.
"All right Mr. Duncan," said one. "When did you last see Charlie?"
"Last night when we tucked her in to her crib," he answered solidly.
"May we go see her room?" they asked.
"Of course," he said. He led them to my missing sister's room.
"Did you open that window last night?" said an officer, pointing to the open window.
"No," Dad said. "When Amy woke up this morning, she told me it was open and that she couldn't find Charlie."
"Were your windows securely locked from the outside?" another asked.
"Well," my dad thought. "I'm not too sure."
The officers walked over to the small window and investigated closely.
Mom, P.J, Gabe, and I watched at Charlie's door anxiously.
The officers talked to each other and even leaned out of the window a bit. They observed the ground by the window and talked to Dad about a lot of stuff.
"It looks like someone opened the window from the other side," said an officer.
They used some weird tools on the window and some of them searched around the room.
Finally, they said something to Dad and he led them out of the room.
"We'll be back tomorrow morning," one officer said reassuringly. "If you find any more clues, call us."
"Thank you officers," Dad said. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Dad closed the door and went over to the couch. He sat down with a plop.
"Well?" Gabe asked. "What did they say?"
"Amy," he paused. "Kids, Charlie has been kidnapped."