Katie Kahre

Event of the Unknown Consequence

My name is Kelsie Anders and I had just turned 15 the day before it happened. The day they disappeared. My friends and I went to the local pizza parlor to hang out. I rode there on my new mountain bike my parents gave me for my birthday. It was just an ordinary day like any other and nothing stood out in my mind as being different. We were laughing and joking around, and it seemed to be taking a long time to get that greasy, cheesy pizza I loved. I look back and remember the pizza that never came, and the loud growl of my hungry stomach brings me reeling forth into the reality of the hovel of a motel I had been camping in for the last few days. I snuggled closer to the makeshift metal fire barrel in the corner of the room, a window cracked open to let the smoke out that only had embers left burning. It was getting cold now in the autumn air. As I rubbed my belly trying to make the hunger stop, my mind went back to that day. We had just started eating when a scream from the kitchen took over our conversation of planning our summer fun. A waitress came running out, her skin was pale and her blue eyes wide with fear. She had a phone in her hand and was screaming, “They’re gone”! She quickly showed us her phone where an emergency alarm was sounding from the screen for a few seconds before a bewildered and obviously shook reporter began to announce that people from all over the world seemed to have simply vanished. One second someone was talking and the next they were gone. There was so much confusion running through my brain that the only thing I could think of was to get home. I immediately tried to call my parents, but everyone must have been thinking the same thing because the lines were overloaded, and I could not get through. Without a word, I ran out the door, got on my bike and headed home.