1. Bryce Cosgrove.

Los Angeles, California

November 12th-(2010)

12-Year old Bryce Cosgrove, with brown hair and hazel brown eyes, as well as wearing a black un-zipped jacket, a light purple t-shirt, black pants and black hiking-boots, rode his black bike through the damaged city of Los Angeles, California this morning as countless firemen worked on cleaning up the wreckage and getting the abandoned, wrecked vehicles off the street to clear it for remaining citizens that would be driving today. Assuming there would be people driving on the streets today, that is. After the events of this morning, he wasn't sure if there would be any people in town today. And he was right. Aside from the firemen, there were no people around. They were most likely at home, locked in-doors and scared out of their minds. And who could blame them after what happened this morning? Not to mention all the crimes that had taken place since then and were currently taking place.

This morning at 4:27 AM, thousands of people had vanished all over the state of California. L.A. was pretty much now a ghost-town due to the disappearances.

According to the news witnesses who had seen the disappearances claim that bright blue lights came down from the sky and took the people who were now missing. The kids that were taken had left behind their clothes they were wearing.

Many cars and other vehicles that once held drivers and crashed into buildings, each other, and planes, jets and helicopters that once had pilots had crashed into buildings, as well as fallen out of the sky. The pilots had to have disappeared while they were flying them, otherwise they wouldn't have crash-landed. The passengers on the passenger planes had probably disappeared too.

He was crazy to be out here after what happened this morning. Especially after hearing about all the chaos on the News that had happened. Fires, explosions, vehicle wrecks, riots, looting, angry mobs, murder, robbery, home invasions, abduction, rape. The list went on. Bryce found it strange how none of the firemen units noticing him had stopped him to ask what he was doing out in the city all by himself. But after what happened this morning with the disappearances of hundreds of people, countless vehicle wrecks and planes, jets and helicopters falling out of the sky, he figured that a kid being out here all by himself was the last thing on any of their minds. Or anyone else's.

Bryce soon saw the L.A. high school and a car in the parking-lot, as well as four bikes standing on their kick-stands, meaning people were there inside the building. The first bike was red, the second bike was pink, the third bike was blue and the fourth bike was yellow. The 12-year old rode up to the school and onto it's property, stopping by the other bikes, where he got off his bike, put the kick-stand down, and rushed up to the double-doors and attempted to open them, only to discover that they were locked. He then started pounding on the double-doors with his fists.

"Come on, someone, open the door!" Bryce shouted. He then heard the sound of the doors being unlocked from the inside, followed by them opening, revealing a middle-ages man with white messy hair, brown eyes, a white mustache, and he wore glasses and white lab-coat and held the school keys in his right hand.

"Hi. Uh...can i help you?" The man asked.

"Uh...yeah. I mean, i think, i'm...i'm kind of looking for somebody." Bryce said.

"Yeah. Yeah, i know. You and everyone else in L.A. and California." Said the man. "Come on in." He said as he stood aside.

Bryce entered inside the building and the man closed the door backs, followed by the sound of him relocking them.
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Later, inside the basket-ball gym of the school, the man and Bryce sat in the middle of the room in a circle with four more kids that appeared to be close to Bryce's age.

The first kid was a young girl with blue eyes, blond hair that went past her shoulders and stopped at her upper-back, she wore a red long sleeve shirt with a small pink ribbon at the neckline, a silver necklace with a C, a white flower hair-clip in her hair, a white skirt that went down to the calf of her legs with red polka-dot designs, blue stockings and light brown ugg-boots.

The second kid was a boy with brown wavy hair and brown eyes. He wore a light blue short sleeve t-shirt, blue pants, and white sneakers with white laces and white and black trims.

The third kid was a boy with freckles on his face, long brown-reddish wavy hair and stopped at his neck, and his eyes were brown. He wore a gray sleeveless shirt with straps that had black trims around them, a lime green wrist-band that was tide around his right wrist with blue zig-zag stripes, gray knee-length shorts with two black stripe designs on both of the shorts' legs, and he wore black flip-flops.

The fourth kid had long blond neck-length hair and blue eyes. He wore a pale blue button-up short sleeve shirt with a pocket and the collar button un-buttoned, dark blue pants and black sneakers.

"Okay, uh...so...at a time like this, i think we should talk a little bit about ourselves. You know, kind of compare notes on what's happened to us as best we can figure. So, uh, how 'bout tellin' how you got here? Anybody wanna go first?" The man said. "Uh...anyone?"

"I'll go first." Bryce said. "Where do you want me to start?"

"Start with you name, maybe?" The girl said.

"Yeah. I don't know you." The wavy brown-haired boy said.

"Why don't we all tell each other our names?" The man suggested. "I'm Professor Albert Stine, the science teacher that works here at the school."

"I'm Bryce. Bryce Crosgrove. I'm 12 years old."

"Charlotte Dallas. 10." The blond girl said, introducing herself and revealing her age.

"Will Xander. Age-10." The wavy brown-haired boy said.

"Kyle Linx. Age-11." Said the wavy brown-reddish-haired boy with freckles on his face.

Professor Stine then looked at the blond-haired boy. "Uh, how 'bout you?"

"Oh. Uh...well, i'm Tommy Daily. Age-10. I was just thinking about my aunt and a friend of mine." The blond-haired boy said.

"No problem, Tommy. You're welcome to stay as long as you want. I don't think anyone minds." Professor Stine said.

"I guess i could stay for a little while." Tommy said.

"Okay, great." Stine said. "Bryce...wanna...tell us your story?"

"Yeah." Bryce said. "It's all kinda running together now. I didn't go back to sleep after what happened at 4:27 AM this morning. See, last night...i hopped a plane to New York City."

"You hopped a plane to New York City?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah. I bought a ticket with my Dad's credit card. First class and all. I didn't know what i'd do when i got there, but i figured i had about a month before my Dad got the bill and figured out where i was." Bryce explained.

"Just so we're clear on this, you were running away from home?" Stine asked.

"Yeah." Bryce answered. "Man, it felt great. They treated me like a prince on that plane."

"I, uh, usually fly coach." Stine said.

"I never fly anywhere." Charlotte said.

"So anyway...the last sleep i got was on the plane." Bryce began.
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Okay, everyone, this has been Chapter 1 of "Sky Kids: Vanished". I hope you enjoyed it, please review, let me know what you think, and i'll see you in the next chapter.