Part 7

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It’s been almost five years now. I’m about to turn nineteen. I’m going to go out and look for him. People say it’s a waste of time, they tell me he’s probably dead by now. But even if I don’t find him, the journey alone would be worth it.

I can still remember that day clearly. I managed to sneak out and get to the secret spot before their lunch bell rang. I was excited to see him again, but when I got there, there was a note. I thought it was my note and that he hadn’t seen it yet, but when I looked closer, I realised that the note was from Kris.

When I read it, I didn’t know what to think. I was happy for him in a way, but honestly, I was scared. What if something happened to him? Even though he probably didn’t want me to, I had to take the note to the coordinator. When he read it, I could see the distress leaking through his face. He called the police immediately. He told me to wait with him for a bit, and he talked with me about how I knew Kris. Then I went to help in the kitchen for a bit while the coordinator was talking with the police. One of the ladies there was heartbroken. She was just in tears. She couldn’t cook that day, so I helped out for her while she talked to me about it.

I know Kris ran away for his own reasons, but he should’ve told them, or at least said goodbye. Even the little bratty boys seemed a little upset that he’s gone.

But nothing can be changed now. The two police that had him almost drowned. They couldn’t find Kris that day, but after the flash flood calmed down, they found the car on the road. It was destroyed. It was so broken, and still filled mostly with water. But Kris wasn’t in there. They all think he drowned, but I think he’s still somewhere out in the world. He can’t just disappear like that.

Plus I owed him. I had to say my thanks to him. Whenever I felt depressed, or like I couldn’t do anything, I remembered what he said. So I studied hard, and I’ve saved up lots of money for this big search. I don’t have many friends, well, really, I don’t have any friends. They’re all merely people I know. But Kris was my friend. He didn’t have friends either. So I have to find him.

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