Missing

I was so upset that they shouted at me last night. Maybe I should get up now. I can only see the sun coming out. I decide I will go out- it's cool and pleasant. I think maybe a snack will do good too. I grab my back pack, stuff my binoculars and go down to the kitchen. I pack a water bottle. Then it strikes me, I should take some cookies and milk, they would be totally awesome.
The cookie jar is a white pig. I climb on the counter and try reaching it. It comes down with a crash. Uh-oh! I grab the cookies and stuff them into my bag. There's also some money in there. I just take it by the handful and stuff it inside the nearest drawer.
I hear someone coming down the stairs and I rush out. I am not really in the mood to talk to them after how they shouted at me for running away from school. School is boring. And it was nice yesterday.
I go through the back door to the garden and through the garden to the field. I can hear some critters scurrying- they must be foraging for food. I go the the pond, feed the ducks some crumbs of the cookies. I splash water with my feet. I scratch cows in a field; they are so lazy, aren't they? I pilfer some apples from a cart that is loaded with apples- they wont miss two...ok...four!
I watch some horses run to and fro. I get dusty when a dusty wind blows. I dust off my dress and go the rail tracks. I put my ears to see if there's one coming. Yup! I watch it go thundering by. And after the last car is out of sight, I put my ears again on the tracks. I walk on one of it balancing like a tightrope star. It is getting late. Will go home now, a little hungry!
As I approach the house, I see cars, quite a few of them. A sherrif's, my nana's and my principal's. Uh-oh. School day! I approach with caution.
As I enter the living room, all pairs of eyes turn to see me. Furrowed brows, teary eyes, is anyone dead? I am anxious. I open my mouth to explain and my mom comes rushing to hold me and smothers me. My father envelopes both of us and smells my hair.
Maybe I can get a slice of chocolate cake too.

The couch potato

The door slams shut. Both of them enter the living room, talking animatedly. As they enter the living room, they glance towards me and their discussion stops. I don't look at them. I continue munching the popcorn. The butter is a little less, and I should have not added the extra dash of salt.
Wile E Coyote gets slammed by the anvil and the roadrunner beeps. I laugh at this joke every single time. It is funny if you think about it. And during the commercial, which I mute, I can hear them talking in the kitchen. One conversation that I have heard in multitude combinations of anger, disappointment, frustration and acceptance. Today she is frustrated and he is consoling. She wonders if I will ever step out of the house. If I will ever grow up and let go. He says to give it time. That I would definitely go out of the house soon. I need to do it in my own way.
I like this couch. It is well cushioned and I also have a blanket if I am too cold. This feels safe. I lost my best friend to a mugging gone bad. My grandmother was hit by a car and was paralyzed till her last breath. And I see the news everyday- I hear of so many accidents, deaths. And the food is good. It never hurts me and fills me up so that I don't think beyond my growing waistline. I am not a couch potato. I am a coward and am deathly scared to go out.
My mother comes and sits near me. My father on the other side. He takes some of the pop-corn. We all hold hands as we watch the coyote being blown up. Beep Beep.