Kidnapped or Saved?

“Run.” That was the last thing her mother said to poor 10-year-old Sirena before Sirena’s mother was kidnapped. Sirena was never good at disobeying her mother, or really anyone. So that is exactly what Sirena did. Sirena ran. She dashed. She hurried. She raced.

Sirena stopped beside a rock and sat down to catch her breath.  She pulled out a picture from her pocket.  The picture was her older brother, Mark, and her father.  Mark had left for the army when Sirena was three. Then one day the letters from him had just stopped. They had gotten a call from the general when Sirena was about four and a half. Mark was dead. On top of it all, Sirena’s father had just disappeared last year.

“Sirena.” Sirena was so scared she dropped the photo. A few thoughts were buzzing around in her head. How does he know my name? Do I know that voice? No, that voice is too harsh.

“ Who are you?” She asked bending down to get the photo.

“Sirena,” His voice was much softer now. “Don’t you recognize my voice? It’s me, Mark.”
“Mark? We all thought you were…” Her voice trailed off as she turned around and look suspiciously at him. He is not him, she told herself. Although he does, coincidentally, look exactly like Mark. “ You're not Mark. Mark died. 6 years ago. We even got the call. If you are Mark, what is your favorite thing to do with me?”

He is never going to get..., Sirena  thought.

“I love to read to you.” His immediate response interrupted her thoughts.

“What is my last name?”

Again his answer had no hesitation, “Roberts.”

“What’s… What’s...What’s  my middle name?” No one knew her middle name except her immediate family. This, she thought, will determine if he is Mark.

“ Sirena. Seriously??!! Malaya. Now do you believe me?”

All of a sudden there was the loudest explosion Sirena ever heard but she didn’t even realize it because she was too busy thinking.

“You are Mark!” Sirena said surprised.

“We have to hurry. They are getting closer.” He said as a even louder explosion exploded. He turned around and started to walk away, fast.

“Who? Mark??!!” She said whiningly, having to break into a run just to catch up with him, “What’s going on?”

“I believe the Germans are starting World War 2.”

To Be Continued...

--By Kysa, Grade 5