Trapped In the Middle
Everwood was his home. Ephram Brown is his name. Secretive, sensitive, mysterious Ephram. He had been picked up from his home in New York City, just like a helpless puppy. He had no say in anything, which I suppose is for the best, because if he did open his mouth, who knows what would come out of it? And then there was Amy Abbott. The dream girl. The girl that every guy tries to win over, but no one does. Except, Colin Hart. Colin, the one guy who got Amy and loved Amy, who Amy loved back, was gone. And was not going to be coming back for quite some time.
It was during Mr. Porter's chemistry class, eighth period, when the day was nearly done. It was late October. The leaves were falling in Everwood, Colorado. It was beautiful. This time of year made everyone stop and look around…cherish life…be thankful for what they had. This time of year also brought…love. Ephram stared at the empty sheet of paper in front of him.
"Mr. Brown", Mr. Porter said. Ephram looked up at the sound of his name.
"Mr. Brown is here," Mr. Porter said mumbling to himself.
"Last but not least…Miss Abbott" There was silence and Mr. Porter looked up from his roll book.
"Is Miss Abbott not here today?" he asked.
"Anybody…people, is there something you would like to tell me?" he asked angrily.
Kayla looked around at the class full of people and raised her hand slowly.
"Yes Miss Levine?"
"Amy's here…I came to school with her this morning" She said with a worried look on her face. Now normally, if a student wasn't in school, they weren't in school and that was that. But with Amy, everyone was worried. She was very sensitive and was known to have breakdowns in school before.
"Do you know where she is?"
"No"
"Does anyone know where she is?"
The class shook their heads.
"Did anyone have seventh period with her?"
Ephram and several others nodded.
"Mr. Brown, did you see where she went after the period ended?"
"No"
"Class please take out your textbooks and start reading on pg. 158…Mr. Brown can I see you for a moment?"
Ephram stood up from his seat and walked to the front of the room.
"Here is a pass," Mr. Porter quietly said as he scribbled something down on a ripped piece of paper, "You are friends with Miss Abbott, correct?"
"Sort of" Ephram responded.
"I would like you to take a slow walk down the hall on this floor and the third floor. If you here any…you know crying. Just try to find her, make sure she's okay."
"Right" Ephram said as he opened the door and left.
Kayla sat in her seat, with a look of pure shock on her face.