Chapter 9
"Oh my gosh," Elaine whispered out loud. "I knew it looked familiar." But maybe it's just a coincidence, she thought as she turned back to the note that she clutched in her right hand. What could it mean? She thought, was it some kind of code? She read through the note again and flipped it over. It made no sense to her so she folded it up and stuffed it in her pocket. She sat there, as the wind whipped at her face and blew her hair onto her face. She sat and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of fall.
"Elaine? Elaine? Elaine Johnson?: Elaine!" said a voice from the back of her head. She opened her eyes and jumped in her seat. "You scared me," she said to the small and thin girl that stood before her.
"Sorry, El." Said the girl. She sat herself next to Elaine and handed her a box. "Happy Birthday!" "Thanks," Elaine said hugging the girl. This girl was Elaine's best friend, Katie. She knew her since she was five and they told each other everything. "Katie, you won't believe what happened to me today." "What?" said Katie eagerly, pushing back her short blond hair. After Elaine told Katie about her day, Katie looked at her, wide-eyed. Elaine showed her the doll and the note, and Katie read the note silently. Then, she stared at the doll. "This, this looks like," she began. "I know, my mother." Elaine said, finishing the horrible sentence. They sat in silence staring at the note and the doll. "Do you think," Katie began, breaking the silence, "Do you think that she's alive?" Elaine shrugged and shook her head as she stared into the eyes of the doll. Her eyes caught sight of something on the doll's right foot, and she picked it up. On the bottom of the shoe, written neatly in black marker, were the letters M.J. M.J.? she thought. Then it came to her. M.J. stood for Margaret Johnson, her mother.
"Oh my gosh," Elaine whispered out loud. "I knew it looked familiar." But maybe it's just a coincidence, she thought as she turned back to the note that she clutched in her right hand. What could it mean? She thought, was it some kind of code? She read through the note again and flipped it over. It made no sense to her so she folded it up and stuffed it in her pocket. She sat there, as the wind whipped at her face and blew her hair onto her face. She sat and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of fall.
"Elaine? Elaine? Elaine Johnson?: Elaine!" said a voice from the back of her head. She opened her eyes and jumped in her seat. "You scared me," she said to the small and thin girl that stood before her.
"Sorry, El." Said the girl. She sat herself next to Elaine and handed her a box. "Happy Birthday!" "Thanks," Elaine said hugging the girl. This girl was Elaine's best friend, Katie. She knew her since she was five and they told each other everything. "Katie, you won't believe what happened to me today." "What?" said Katie eagerly, pushing back her short blond hair. After Elaine told Katie about her day, Katie looked at her, wide-eyed. Elaine showed her the doll and the note, and Katie read the note silently. Then, she stared at the doll. "This, this looks like," she began. "I know, my mother." Elaine said, finishing the horrible sentence. They sat in silence staring at the note and the doll. "Do you think," Katie began, breaking the silence, "Do you think that she's alive?" Elaine shrugged and shook her head as she stared into the eyes of the doll. Her eyes caught sight of something on the doll's right foot, and she picked it up. On the bottom of the shoe, written neatly in black marker, were the letters M.J. M.J.? she thought. Then it came to her. M.J. stood for Margaret Johnson, her mother.