K.R.
4.18.08
Block 1-Writing

Lost at Borders

“Joe Smith (real name removed for privacy reasons), PLEASE REPORT TO THE INFORMATION DESK.” That’s what the announcer boomed over the loudspeaker at Borders. My mom, my nine year old brother and I had gone to the Borders in Sand City. My mom wanted to see some CD’s, and left me in charge of my little brother.
I sat reading quietly while my brother paced restlessly around the Kids Section. Suddenly he announced that he was going to the Comics Section. I told him not to, and resumed reading. I looked up a minute later, and he was gone! I assumed he was in the Humor Section, because that’s where all the comics are. My mom soon returned.
“Where’s Joe?”
“I don’t know. I think he’s in the humor area. That’s where he said he would be.” She went to check. He wasn’t there.
Soon, a frantic search began. My mom and I looked all over, but we couldn’t find him. We then went to the information desk to ask for help. They decided to call him over the loudspeaker. Twice they called, and he didn’t come. I was worried, but I was pretty sure that we would find them. My mom, however, did not feel the same way. She called my dad while he was at work, and he said not to worry, that we would find him. We gave a description to the workers, and they looked all around the store. There was a close call, where we saw another small boy, but he wasn’t Joe. I thought he had been kidnapped. A worker and I stood in the middle of the store, when suddenly Joe walked up!
“Are you Joe Smith?” he thundered.
“Y-yes,” he squeaked.
“Where have you been?” I said exasperatedly. We’ve been looking all over!”
“I told you!” Joe said. “I was in the Comic Section!”
“WHAT?!!”
I went and got my mom. She hugged him, and told him never to leave us again without telling us. She ordered to always stay together.
I learned that we should always stick together, and that I should watch him more carefully in the future.