I AM SO WORRIED.

So. As I'm pretty sure I previously mentioned, I have this strange sense of sister-tiger protectiveness over Boy. I want him to be comfortable, happy, accepted, safe.

This morning, I saw Boy and he looked really sleepy and it was cute. I suppose I said his name a bit loudly because he flipped around really abruptly (and awkwardly) with his deadpan face. Then some girl semi-ran into him and made him stumble. It was hilarious and sad and I had to hold the door open for him since he was holding lots of books and looked really disgruntled. I asked him if he liked Harry Potter and he said yes. We talked briefly about Harry Potter, Jupiter by Holst (one of my favorite classical pieces), the Lord of the Rings club, what classes he had that day, etc.

Tonight was the Creative Writing Scarefest in which select writers had 48 hours to write a play under the theme of Halloween. And during intermission, I saw Boy. I said hello and he looked at me and said a silent "hi" but it was intermission and people were everywhere so I lost him in the crowd and didn't think to ask him why he was there. Seeing Boy tonight was strange for a couple reasons.

1. He doesn't have siblings in Creative Writing. He doesn't have any siblings, period.
2. He doesn't have friends in Creative Writing (except me) because he's a middle schooler.
3. He's a middle schooler. At a high school event.
4. He was all alone in the crowd, without any supervision.
5. He was wearing the same clothes he did when I talked to him this morning.
6. I didn't see him after intermission.
7. Yesterday, he wasn't picked up from school until it was late, since I guess his parents couldn't pick him up earlier or something.
8. When I saw him, it was around 7:30-8:00 PM.

I really hope he was with someone and just decided the Scarefest would be a fun event to attend for the first half because I am so worried right now. I know he's a smart kid, I just hope he has the street smarts/common sense to stay INDOORS until he gets picked up or whatever. I sincerely hope he is at home right now, safe.

I regret not stopping him and asking what he was doing at the event or at least ditching my friends momentarily to go see where he went because the last I saw of him, he was heading toward the doors. I would never want a child of that age to be alone in the streets of Santa Ana at nighttime. I should have asked if he wanted to see some plays. Or if he were already seeing them, ask him how he was liking them--anything so he wouldn't be alone.

I am pretty sure I'm overreacting but I will flip a bitch if I don't see him at school tomorrow.