A/N: Hey thank you all so much for you're reviews, you guys are great!
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Act II: Disappearance
At 5:30 Fillmore was home alone sitting upstairs in his room doing homework. He had almost finished his math when the phone rang. "Fillmore's, Cornelius Fillmore here," He answered the phone in his usual fashion.
"Fillmore!" The scared sounding voice on the phone surprised him.
"Ariella? Calm down, what's up?"
"Is Ingrid there?"
"You mean she's not home?" Fillmore's voice showed his concern.
"No! You usually walk her home, so I figured she just went over to your house."
"I had to skip the after school patrol today. I asked Ingrid if she wanted me to get Anza to walk her home, but she said no."
"Well she never came home. Do you have any idea where she could be?"
"No, but hey, I'll radio her and call you back, ok?"
"Okay, thanks Fillmore."
"No problem, I'm out." Fillmore hung up the phone and picked up his walkie. "It's fine," he told himself. "I love working with her because she's a hard worker, she probably just lost track of time." But he had a horriable feeling that it wasn't true. "Officer Third?" He was greeted with static. "Officer Third? This is Officer Fillmore. Officer Third? Officer Ingrid Third, please respond," he laughed, he sounded so official. He heard more static and then a voice.
"Fillmore! Help!" It was Ingrid. But her voice was muffled and she sounded more scared than Fillmore had ever heard her.
"Ingrid! Ingrid, are you ok? Where are you? What happened? Ingrid, what's wrong?" There was no answer, not even static. Silence. Complete and utterly terrifying silence. The time in which a million horrifying thoughts blaze through your mind. Fillmore started to yell. "Ingrid! Ingrid! Oh snap! Ingrid, come in! Ingrid please! Please, answer me."
Finally, Fillmore realized that hhe wasn't going to get an answer so he picked up his phone and dialed Ingrid's number with trembling hands.
"Hello?"
"Ariella, it's Fillmore."
"Did you talk to her?"
"Ariella all I got was her yelling for help and some static." Fillmore could hear Ariella starting to cry on the other end of the line. "Ariella, listen, call your dad and then have him call the police. I'll be over in ten minutes and we cango look for her."
"Ok," Ariella said, still crying. "I'll see you when you get here, bye."
Fillmore hung up the phone and realized his stomach was churning. It had to be from nerves. "Dawg," he mummbled. "This ain't good," he said sinking onto his bed. But he was only there for a second when his stomach gave another horriable lurch and he realized something. He was going to be sick.
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A/N: Okay, there you have it. If you have constructive critisism I'm totally open to it. Well, tell me what you think!
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Act II: Disappearance
At 5:30 Fillmore was home alone sitting upstairs in his room doing homework. He had almost finished his math when the phone rang. "Fillmore's, Cornelius Fillmore here," He answered the phone in his usual fashion.
"Fillmore!" The scared sounding voice on the phone surprised him.
"Ariella? Calm down, what's up?"
"Is Ingrid there?"
"You mean she's not home?" Fillmore's voice showed his concern.
"No! You usually walk her home, so I figured she just went over to your house."
"I had to skip the after school patrol today. I asked Ingrid if she wanted me to get Anza to walk her home, but she said no."
"Well she never came home. Do you have any idea where she could be?"
"No, but hey, I'll radio her and call you back, ok?"
"Okay, thanks Fillmore."
"No problem, I'm out." Fillmore hung up the phone and picked up his walkie. "It's fine," he told himself. "I love working with her because she's a hard worker, she probably just lost track of time." But he had a horriable feeling that it wasn't true. "Officer Third?" He was greeted with static. "Officer Third? This is Officer Fillmore. Officer Third? Officer Ingrid Third, please respond," he laughed, he sounded so official. He heard more static and then a voice.
"Fillmore! Help!" It was Ingrid. But her voice was muffled and she sounded more scared than Fillmore had ever heard her.
"Ingrid! Ingrid, are you ok? Where are you? What happened? Ingrid, what's wrong?" There was no answer, not even static. Silence. Complete and utterly terrifying silence. The time in which a million horrifying thoughts blaze through your mind. Fillmore started to yell. "Ingrid! Ingrid! Oh snap! Ingrid, come in! Ingrid please! Please, answer me."
Finally, Fillmore realized that hhe wasn't going to get an answer so he picked up his phone and dialed Ingrid's number with trembling hands.
"Hello?"
"Ariella, it's Fillmore."
"Did you talk to her?"
"Ariella all I got was her yelling for help and some static." Fillmore could hear Ariella starting to cry on the other end of the line. "Ariella, listen, call your dad and then have him call the police. I'll be over in ten minutes and we cango look for her."
"Ok," Ariella said, still crying. "I'll see you when you get here, bye."
Fillmore hung up the phone and realized his stomach was churning. It had to be from nerves. "Dawg," he mummbled. "This ain't good," he said sinking onto his bed. But he was only there for a second when his stomach gave another horriable lurch and he realized something. He was going to be sick.
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A/N: Okay, there you have it. If you have constructive critisism I'm totally open to it. Well, tell me what you think!