“Did you meet her?”
“Is she insane?”
“Why would she do that?”
The school was buzzing with the sound of a million questions. That morning, some Mother had been watching the news and her daughter Ellen had been sleepily shoving Captain Crunch into her mouth.
Then the story came up. “Girl tries to sell her brother on Ebay.” The young girls head shot up and some of her cereal fell out of her mouth. The mother grabbed the couch seat with a death grip.
“Did I hear that right?” Ellen asked her Mom, who nodded back at her. And the mass media sharing began as other students in other houses read Ellen’s twitter post and as other fathers heard it on the radio and text their wives who, in turn, told the kids.
It was an odd day at school. Everyone had that awkward laughter that only happens when no one quite understands something but feels the desire to respond.
The girl was gone from school. None of the kids knew where she was but it wasn’t a long shot to think counseling although some kids thought she’d gone to jail. What else were you supposed to do with a brother seller?
Siblings started to get paranoid. What if their sister or brother tried to sell them? Did their other siblings hate them? How much would they even get sold for?
Parents tried to explain it to their kids but it was like trying to explain why the world was round. Who really knew?
One day, the girl showed up back in school as if nothing had happened. Ellen, being the main player in this story and the spunky one, asked the girl why she had tried to sell her brother.
The girl replied with a simple answer. “I didn’t want him anymore.”
Ellen simply looked at her, confused. And so the response, short as it was, was added to the young students’ list of “mysteries never to be solved.” They were a little bit less innocent and a little more confused. Overall, they were headed down the path of maturity which meant accepting that there was no real, true explanation for it.