Forgotten

I suck in my stomach as my small, sixth grade, less than 5 feet tall figure,

Lay half under my parents' queen size bed.

How long has it been? 

I hear the rustle of many pairs of feet and ease myself out of their view.

"Found ya!"

I keep my hiding place and expect the bedskirt to fling up.

Instead I hear a "How'd you find me?"

From little five-year-old Emmie.

Softened footsteps running, hitting the carpet.

Then the faint sound of automated music.

Coming faintly from the other side of the house.

Soon, I get bored.

And lay on my parents' bed, staring at the TV listening to politics.

I've always been quite interested in politics.

I watch for about three minutes and then Jordan rushes in.

Jordan is my cousin, born a year before me.

The only cousin here that was older than me.

She said "Where were you?

I in turn said "I've been laying here hiding for the entire time. You?"

"Well, we.. uh.. threw a dance party in Syd's room for five minutes."