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 * __The Dissapearence of Lisa Smith __**



It was Thursday June 2nd, 2007 when it happened. I was walking home from the park after playing soccer with my friend Natalie. She lived right across the street from the park, so we practiced there together almost every day. When Natalie left, the park felt empty and safe, and I had twenty five minutes until my curfew, so I decided to take a few more practice shots at the baseball diamond.

A few minutes later, I heard a scream for help. My heart began to pound so hard that it felt as if my heartbeat would run away. The voice sounded like it belonged to a young girl; I instantly ran to the swings where the scream had came from, but when I got there no one was in sight. I looked around the playground area a bit more, but found no one. I began to realize that it wasn’t safe to be alone in the park at this time, so I hurried home.

When I got home, it was fifteen minutes past my curfew. I ran into the kitchen, and found my mother crying & my father comforting her. I asked my mother what had happened.

“Your aunt Emily has just informed us that they can’t find Lisa. She went to get the mail alone for the first time, but never came back. Emily & Uncle George have gone to look for her, but no one can seem to find her. Your brother, his friends, and the cops have also gone out to look, but your poor cousin is nowhere to be found.” My father responded.

“Auntie Emily’s mail box is right next to the park, is it not?” I asked.

“Yeah it is, why?” my mother asked anxiously.

“I was with Natalie playing soccer at that park tonight. After Nat left, I took a couple practice shots.”

“Does this have anything to do with Lisa?” my father asked, raising his eyebrow.

While tearing up, I responded & said “While taking practice shots... I heard the voice of a little girl cry for help. My heart pounding, I ran around looking for her, but when I got to where the scream had came from, no one was there. If only I knew it was my poor cousin... ugh it’s my entire fault!”

Now bursting into tears, I ran into my room. My father chased after me, trying to comfort me & convince me that it wasn’t my fault, but I wanted to be alone. My mother called the police and told them everything I had told her.

Now two months later, the talk about the disappearance of my little cousin had died down. People are beginning to forget about what happened, but I will never forget. Every day that goes by, I always wonder what happened to her, and why I didn’t run faster or look harder. If Lisa is still alive, she will probably never be found, but I will never lose faith. I feel that it’s my job to find out where she went, and I will never give up. Every time I walk by those swings, my heart breaks a little more, but it also encourages me to not give up and keep looking for poor Lisa.

By: Victoria Surla