“I can’t believe Amber is dead, not now she was nineteen and had her whole life ahead of her” at least that’s what the people getting up and talking are saying, I know the truth though. She isn’t dead that probably sounds like I’m just in shock or denial, but it’s true. I am standing here playing the part of the grieving friend and accepting condolences I understand that she has no family, no one else for them to apologize to so they choose me and my best friend Amanda only we know the truth that she isn’t dead but kidnapped and held hostage they figure saying she died will stop people from looking for her and finding out what she knows, to continue the work she was doing Little do they know we were prepared for this in some ways, we have her computer with all her research in it and Amanda and I are so close to cracking the password I should mention Amanda and Amber are both certified genius’s we have been friends since we were little and they got teased for being smart while I got teased for being quiet I’ll never forget the day I saw these two genius girls come up to me though I was a year younger and tell the girls bugging me to back off and they then proceeded to use quite a few big words that the other girls thought were insults, at first I thought that it was directed at me until Amanda looked straight at me and told me that someday I would show all the people who had ever put me down. Amber then looked at me and said that from that day on they would help me to show them, and it was true we were inseparable they would tutor me in school and I would tell them about myself I frequently said it wasn’t a fair trade but they wouldn’t here of it, eventually I stopped trying to talk them out of it and pretended that I was okay with how unfair it was. Now as I stand next to her grave after everyone else has filed away to go to the luncheon Amanda and I prepared, rain starts falling starting at a drizzle and becoming a true Texas storm. I can’t help but shed a few tears for the friend I know deep down is alive and I remember the last funeral I was at where it was raining three months ago my grandfather’s funeral. I had the same detached feeling then like I was watching some one else kneeling down at the grave and sobbing until Amanda and amber came and helped her back to her feet. I couldn’t believe he was gone dead never to help me through the difficulties in life again. A noise behind me brings me out of my reverie and through my tears I see something behind me.