Goooood morning, Queens! Looks like we might get a storm here, but don't let that dim your spir-
"Shut up, Bobby." I groaned, slamming my hand down on the alarm clock radio, cutting off Bobby Smith in midsentence.
I threw on some random clothes. I wasn't what you'd call the luckiest girl in the world, but I was happy. Always felt like I was missing some part of me, though. Some part that I didn't possess. But that's not important yet.
I then scampered down stairs, snatched a piece of toast out of the toaster, grabbed my bag, and started for the door.
"Love you, honey! Have a great day!" my mom called after me.
My dad followed her up by saying, "See you when we get back from California!"
"Wuv oo, too! Ave a afe twip!" I called over my shoulder, my mouth full of toast. I heard them chuckle behind me.
Little did I know that their trip would be anything but safe.
My name is Sally Jackson, and that was the last time I ever saw my parents.