Um, since I kinda lost contact with Halima...I'm gonna go ahead and post this. I know it's super short, but hey, it used to be like a hundred instead of around 600. Hey, favorite this and DUH REVIEW!!

Where Art Thou Sierra

A long, long time ago…actually like, um, four days ago a middle school girl was brushing her golden, bushy hair. But mostly bushy. Although there was no ground to support her weight, she didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Her expensive gold brush hadn’t been used for years, thus inducing her hopelessly tangled hair.

“Stupid brush…get out…of my freakin’ hair! Why I-” an odd cracking noise went unnoticed for only a millisecond for the golden brush split in half and somehow ended up atop her head. “Nooo!” She fell to the ground and onto her knees. What was her mother going to say? Why was there no ground?

The stress kept filling up inside her and it finally let go in one powerful blast. She silently fell onto her side and after a few minutes her blood ran cold. The brush still lay atop her head, but only for a mere sixty seconds.

“Oh cool!” the silence was broken by a five-year-old cry of joy. He paid no attention to his dead sister, but simply skipped to the brush in a not-so-graceful way. The little boy quickly snatched the brush and held it up with a triumphant grin plastered on his face.

“I can sell this on EBay!”

A panting noise filled the pitch-black room. Only a faint light escaped from the alarm clock on her nightstand. Sierra’s eyes darted toward the nightstand, praying her brush was there. “Yes! Thank you non-breakable plastic!” she quickly mumbled.

“Actually, you can break plastic. But Iron Man’s stronger than that!”

“Um, who are you?”

“I’m…your worst nightmare.”

“Trust me. I just had that. Unless you’re…” Sierra flipped on the light switch before her little brother could escape with his Iron Man action figure. “Jaime,” she stomped out of her bed and opened the door for him to leave, “I’m trying to sleep. Now go and dream about your little dolly.”

“He’s an ac-” The door slammed in front of Jaime, leaving Sierra to clap the dust off her hands. “Whatever. Now all I have to do is go back to-” Her eyes fell on her clock before her hand met her face. 7:21 A.M.

She quickly ran into her bathroom and started her morning routine.

“Hey have you seen Sierra yet?” A short-haired girl asked her friend. “Uh, no. Maybe she’s still sick.” the girl with a long braid replied before gathering her binder and water bottle from the stony bench. “Or she didn’t change her clock for daylight savings?” the other suggested.

“I still think your hair looks weird.” Holly walked over to the lunch pavilion, closely followed by Violet. “I think we’re both weird. And I’m kinda starting to like this freaky haircut.” Violet stuttered out her own thoughts--nothing out of the ordinary.

Out of nowhere Violet’s ID card was yanked off with a little click. Without even turning, Violet stated in a monotone voice, “Carmen.”

“Yup. Carmen! Come back here!” Holly yelled to the hyper-active girl who was about a quarter of a mile away. “She’ll be back.” Violet hummed with a smirk. “How do you know?” Violet held up Carmen's ID card up high enough for Carmen to see clearly.