GENRE: YA (Fantasy)
I’d give anything on earth to be twelve again. Or thirteen. Even fourteen. But fifteen?
“Why not?” she asked, elbows pressing into the table. A bulb swayed above us, casting her face in shadows as the weak light reflected off her badge. A second Officer stood against the wall with his arms crossed, watching in silence.
I had no answer. Never did, never would. What use were words when no one believed anything I said?
I took a deep breath and started at the beginning again.
Summer vacation began seven hours, thirty-one minutes ago. It took twenty-seven minutes to walk home.
Seven hours, four minutes until now; until this singular, terrible moment.
My mother left to run errands, leaving me to watch my sister, Holly.
“Did that bother you?” Long fingers drummed; metallic echoes filled the room as her fingernails struck the table.
Six hours, fourteen minutes ago. After a snack, I sat down at my computer, Holly playing on the floor next to me as always. Five hours, fifty-six minutes.
Holly went to the bathroom. Five hours, fifty-three minutes. I went to the bathroom. Five hours, fifty-one minutes.
“You left her alone?”
Khaki shorts and a blue polo shirt, her school uniform she loved so much she even wore it on weekends. Dark hair, darker than mine, tied up with the pink bow my mother always forced on her. Brown eyes. Three feet, eight inches tall. Forty-one pounds. Six and a half years old today, June 25th. Our Christmas miracle, the baby sister I’d never wanted.