리틀팍스

2019. 04. 06

   Okay. Now I admit that I'm really in big, big trouble. My name is Hilda Miller, as you probably know because of Jenice, and this is my turn to write a diary. In Catherine's last diary, she mentioned that she had lost her phone. But this is 10, no, 100,000,000 times more serious than loosing a phone. I lost my brother!!!

   This horrible disaster started when I accepted my mother's offer of taking care of my little brother, whose name is Eric, for 4 hours for 5 dollars. I had accept it because, think about it. You can just earn 5 dollars, 5 dollars, for keeping eyes on your brother. Business haven't been very successful this days, that's the main reason why we're closing our detective stand, and 5 dollars were like a free money back then. So I accepted it right away, but know I realized that I should've demanded 100 dollars for taking care of my brother. My eyes were blinded by 5 dollars that I didn't think about the hard work I'm doing now. 

    If you have a little brother, where will you take him? I foolishly took him to the market, no, not just an ordinary market, but a super-big market. I thought that if I put him in the free-playground inside the market, I can just surf the internet for the next 4 hours. Than I could get my 5 dollars just for surfing on the internet!!! But I didn't count one side effect that might come in this perfect plan. My brother isn't an ordinary brother, he's a devil with a naive face! As soon as I took him to the playground, I clicked on my phone and started to surf the internet. But guess what? When I looked back 30 minutes later to make sure he was there, he was GONE!!!

  I jumped up and look around. There was only four kids in the playground, and 5 adults. But there was no sign of my brother!!! I climbed inside the playground's cave or something, but no sign of my brother. I looked in the marry-go-round. Still no brother. By now, most of the adults and kids were staring at me. I was so embarrased! I climbed out, walked calmly to the door, and when I got out, I ran to the bathroom. I knew from experiance that if I have a serious problem, I could just scream in the bathroom and I'll feel better. And that's what I did. After 10 minutes, I calmed down and walked out. 

   Oh, wait. It's 2:00 P.M!!! I have only 1 hour and 30 minutes to find my brother before my mother comes back. I think I'll have to stop writing now. Please wish me good luck! If I don't come to school the next day, please call the police because I'm dead, killed by my furious mother! :( !