I live in rural Massachusetts. I had a nice home. Small, but me, my mother and father, and my little sister fit comfortably in it. We had a good life, until it all changed. It all started on that one, cool morning in the middle of fall. I was sitting at our old wooden table, pouring some Frosted Flakes into a bowl. My sister, who was nine, was sitting across from me, doing the same. We were getting ready to go to school. I was going to the high school, and my sister was going to elementary school. I finished my breakfast quickly; I was pretty hungry. When I got home I found a note.