The Unseen I’m sitting in the car with my mom in the driver seat. Holding casual conversation, when she mentioned something about my sister, Khighla. She said that she had run away from home in Missouri and she hadn’t come home in a couple days. Giving her a worried look she reassured me that hopefully everything was okay and that she would be home soon if not that day. I went to bed that night crying. Obviously worried sick. The next day at school was one of the worst days a seventh grader could have had. I kept a smile on my face as is if the redness from my sobbing had gone away. “Nothing was wrong”, “I’m great!” is what I said as the tears were forcing their way through my tear ducts. In order to keep my sanity I had to make frequent trips