LOST

Prolouge

My life used to be good, I guess. My best friend Luke and I hung out every day (besides Wednesdays because he went to visit his grandma.) My elementary school was awesome, everyone was so nice.

Wow, has my life changed.

Halfway through my forth grade year, I was walking to school when I saw the poster that destroyed all the happiness I had left in my life. A lost persons alert that displayed the name "Luke Coran." My best and only friend was gone.

Forever.

I ran home and stayed there for the rest of the week. The Monday I returned to school, I was no longer happy. Not once did I smile. My grades went from A's to D's. I spoke no words. And to make it worse, I frequently missed school. I had no friends- for the only one I ever had was gone.

The Coran family and I searched week after week for the boy. After the third month, the investigation was drawn to an end. They classified the poor kid dead.

His funeral was the following week. It was held in kascana park along spirit creek. All his friends and family attended. People came to tell me they were sorry for my loss, and I ignored them. When the funeral began, I just couldn't handle it anymore. I climbed to the top of the tallest oak tree, closed my eyes, and jumped to the ground. "I'm coming, Luke!" I whispered to myself.

I woke up in the hospital with a broken bone in my left leg. My dad had his eyes peeled open in relief. He was furious I had jumped off the tree, but relieved at the same time. The nurse assigned me to crutches that I would have to use for two years. After that incident, I had to do depression support groups.

Two years have passed since then, and I am no longer depressed. I have a few good friends, but there's still a hole in my heart from where Luke used to be.

I knew he was out there somewhere.