My Life As Sienna Brown

Mikey was downstairs sleeping on Heather's livingroom couch and both Heather's parents had left for work this morning. It was nearly lunch when the sound of Heather's house phone echoed through the house- it could have been anyone.

She picked it up and said, "Hello."

She looked up at me, wide eyes and mouthed, "It's him."

"I'm not here," I mouthed back silently.

She nodded, turning back to the reciever. "No Frank, I havn't seen her all morning... no, she hasn't called either. Why- is theresomething wrong? Yes, she does have a habit of running off.... yes Frank, I'll call you if I hear from her...alright, bye."

She hung up and sat down beside me.

"That was close," I sighed.

"He's worried about you," she stated, getting her point across by using a sense of harshness in her voice..

"Heather- I get it."

"Good- I'm just saying."

"Can we just finish watching the movie now?"

She sighed, "Yea... I guess so."