They Never Found Debbie

Debbie looked out of the window, listlessly. This was one of the worst days of her life she thought. How can her mother palm her off to her grandmother Lily like this? Damn it, she was fourteen, almost fifteen. In a couple of weeks anyway. She could make a decision for herself now. The decision was, No to staying over at Grandmother’s.
She sighed stood up and walked out the front door and looked into the horizon.  This is like in the middle of nowhere, she thought. Trees and trees and fields and in the distance cows and goats. Who even want to have such a world of nothingness, she thought.
She hated her mother at that moment. It was bad enough that she divorce dad, when she was ten, and then she had to remarry!  Harry was alright as a person but as another dad…ewww. With his super white teeth and curly hair, he was a travesty of maturity. Now they were on their honeymoon; a month in Bali and another month in Bangkok. Who goes to those places for honeymoon, anyway? They eat crickets in Bangkok. Ewww…
Debbie decided to go for a walk. Her second day in the farm and she was already gasping for breath. She wanted her friends, Kitty and Jade and she wanted to go for their usual sleepover and talk about when they become models or film stars. She wanted the mall where they could wander forever while their parents worked…. She stamped her feet in silent anger.  She wanted to do fashion dress up in the internet, she wanted to play the Sims…it’s no fun here! Nobody to play with and her grandmother did not know the difference between a mouse and a bird.  Besides there was an interruption on internet service…She wanted her damn pillow. In fact she wanted her own bedroom, with her books and computer and the posters on the wall.
Her bedroom at grandma was cool, all wood and stuff, but nothing beats her own bed!
Debbie walked towards the woods where a gentle brook flowed.  She remembered it from previous visits, and she distinctively remembered how good it was to splash there.  But she was just a baby then, her mind protested, even as she walked briskly towards it.
She came to the stream and sat down on a large rock, looking at it bubble away. It was a nice shady place with low-branched trees around. Fall was about to show and the yellow and red leaves were in abundance. It looked kind of cool, but Debbie was determined that it was all so awful. In fact it was so crappy she could not imagine anything else crappier.
She sighed, cupping her chin and staring into the bubbly stream. She wished she was at home where everything worked. School holidays and she was wasting it in a farm. It was not even a working farm, just some animals on a tract of land.  
She stared into the water not really seeing anything except for her resentment. She was jerked out from her reverie by a resounding splash. Somebody had thrown a rock into the water.
“hey!” she yelled, looking up. She stared into the greenest pair of eyes she had ever seen. A girl her age was standing in front of her, smiling.
“Who are you?” Debbie asked looking at the girl up and down. The girl was about her age, thinner and taller,  but definitely her age. Her unruly curly hair cascaded over her shoulder, and freckles bridged her nose.
“My name is Marylou,” the girl said extending her hand; Debbie shook it once and said her name.
Debbie gaped at the other girl, not so much because she looked unkempt, but because she wore a dress, a long one, with frills at the bottom and bulbous sleeves. She even looked like she wore more skirts under her dress. Who wear them like that! New fashion? She have not heard or seen anything like those, although Lady Gaga might not be averse to such costume. Not that she liked Lady Gaga...she is so Old.
She stood up and followed the girl into the tunnel made by a canopy of thick branches. They held hands like they were old friends, and indeed it felt like that; that they knew each other since time immemorial.
They never found Debbie. The posters of her laughing face are still stuck in posts and boards across the State.