Gone

Gone (Part 2 of 3

CHAPTER THREE:

Jessica walked out of her front door, this would be the first time she felt the sun against her skin in over a week.

She hated it, hated the thought that Michael would never feel it again, every inch of her body pleaded to go back inside her room and lock the door.

But she stayed, staring at the house across the street, Michaels parents weren't home and she had business to attend to, she needed to find the note.

She needed to know why Michael did what he did. She took a deep breath and walked across the busy rode without bothering to make sure she wasn't endangered of being hit by a car. Once she got to the other side of the street, she quickly walked over to Michaels old window. She knew the lock was broke on it and it would be an easy way in. She slid the window up and crawled in. Holding back tears, she stood up and started looking around the room, the rancid smell of dried blood still haunted the atmosphere. The first place she looked was in his old closet, it was empty. His parents had gotten rid of all Michaels things. She didn't know that when she decided two days ago to look around his room. Now her actions feel as if they're being done in vein, there was nothing left of Michaels in the house.

Disappointed, she leaves, sitting down in front of her house, crying in frustration.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Jessica finally finds the will to go to school, she's exhausted from

Lack of sleep, but still tries to get out in public. She's in third hour Science when she sees that Michaels old desk has already been emptied of his personal belongings and filled with someone else's.

because she lives in a small town, and goes to a small school, all her classes have the same people in it.

And everyone keeps there stuff for that class in their desk.

Michaels was removed.

And Jessica wanted to know where all his stuff was. After class she confronts Mr. Clark, the science teacher, and asks, "Where did they take Michaels old stuff?"

Mr. Clark replies, "Hmm. If the parents didn't pick it up, it would be in the office. May I ask why you need this information?"

"Thanks," Jessica says, "And no reason. Just curious, That's all."

As she walks away Mr. Clark grabs her arm and whispers, "Miss. Porter, some things are better off left alone. The past is the past, let it be."

Jessica stands back and looks at her teacher, nods, and walks away.

She would never give up. "Michael would want me to know the truth," she says to herself.

She walks into the office and sees Mr. Black, the assistant principle.

He's a Major prick, Always has been. Especially to Jessica. They hated each other.

But she looked at him and calmly spoke, "excuse me, Mr. Black?".

"What is it Miss. Porter? Can't you see I'm working?"

Jessica mutters something under her breath and says, "Id like to know what happen to Michael Todd's belongings."

Mr. Black looks up and Jessica and says, "I don't believe that's any of your business, Jessica."

"More mine than yours!" Exclaimed Jessica.

"Fine, if it's that big of a deal to you, it's sitting behind me in a cabinet.

Michaels parents haven't picked it up yet. Why are yo-"