My brother and I went to the park just now with Nike. We both had rollerblades on so that Nike could run and we could keep up. I took Nike and my brother got bored or something and said "Oh, I'll go around. I'll meet you on the other side" (Of the school)
Of course, Nike was attacking a small child at this moment, so I was like "whatever I gotta take care of this" and didn't see which direction he went. I keep going and I go around the school and he's not there. So I go back around to where I was originally and wait there for 5 minutes. Then I go to a bench and sit down for 10 minutes and just watch out for my brother. no trace.
So I get worried and I start praying that everything is okay and that he'll come around the corner at any second. No luck.
I go around the park one more time and still nothing. I'm so worried at this point, 20 minutes after he has disappeared, that I decide to call my moms phone (he usually takes it) to see if he answers and is at home or if not, then he'll tell me where he is. If he doesn't answer, then I'll have to tell my mom that I lost him.
he answers. hes at home. he thought i went home so he left. didn't even bother to call when he realized that i wasnt at home yet and probably had no idea where he was.
So. As stated.
ARRRRRGGGGHHH
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