Bloodshot, frozen eyes stared up at me. I could hardly move or breathe. This isn't like on TV at all, I thought. I had gotten separated from my friends and wandered off, yelling their names almost drunkenly to the sky. It had been an amazing day for me; we were having an indescribable amount of fun, which continued even after we were separated. I was so high on the energy and the feeling of being with them that I almost didn't notice when I found it. And now, in the center of the corn-maze, stiff and cold as I was, lay the body of a pre-teenage girl. Not any girl, either. I knew her, probably better than anyone, and she knew me just as well. In fact, she came here with me, too. About an hour earlier, my friends and I had not let her walk around with us. She had stalked off, arms crossed, wearing a pot and eyebrows pointed down in the middle, and walked with my mom after that. She was, though I had the hardest time in my life comprehending it, my eleven-year-old sister, Erin.
I should have let her walk with us. Idiot! I thought, Come on, Paula! You know an eleven year old can't be trusted to walk with her mom for an hour without running off! For God's sake, she's just a kid! No! It doesn't make sense! Screw the other girls if they thought she'd make it less fun! Shit, shit, shit! Idiot, Paula! I didn't know how to process the information I had just come across. After about fifteen minutes of screaming to myself in my head, the tears started to fall. I was sobbing and my nose was running like crazy, but I didn't care about any of that anymore.
A scarecrow was standing in the field about three feet away. I suddenly felt that it was watching me, and people could see me. Soon, I thought, my mom would realize we were both missing, and probably tell the farm's owners or security. And after a few minutes, I could hear a tractor pulling up. No! They'll take her body… I'll lose her forever! I was set on the thought that if I hid the body, it would cease to be real. I'd go home and we'd fight over watching "Community" or "The Office" with dinner. I'd finally cave, we'd watch "The Office", and both laugh at some funny moment until we forgot our disagreement. Then, we'd go to bed smiling, after a "Night, Erin. Love you." I had to move it, to hide it from the scarecrow and the farm owners. I wanted that back so badly. I picked it up (she's so light) and went to a hay bale. I dug a few inches underneath it, made a cave of sorts in the bale, and buried her. I only hoped to see Erin trying to pull away from Mom's hand when I reached the entrance to the maze. It was a strange, unlikely wish, but I clung to it like I'd never clung to anything before.
When I got back, my mother was standing alone, looking quizzically at my troubled countenance. Through my clouded, wet eyes I could make out the scarecrow in the distance, taunting me with the information only he and I shared.