Wilbur.
I woke up at three in the morning in my bedroom. It was quiet, since I was home alone. My mom was working another shift at the hospital, since most of the doctors were out of town. My father was working another shift in the office, which left me alone. I slept for two or less hours than that. But who cares. Janna doesn't sleep at all, Gilbert does, but for more hours than mine, which was three to four hours. I stared at my phone, which had no messages. Everything was a bummer, since Rachel went missing. Everyone changed for the worse or the best. But mostly they all changed for the worse. Which was visible in my case. I was still a goth, who liked mocking his sister's taste in boys, which was horrible. Rachel's first boyfriend turned out to be the mafia boss' son, who got arrested for something. I think it was a robbery. That's right. Ricky Sanchez got arrested.
Her second boyfriend, Gabriel, turned out to be a groomer. He groomed some girls, possibly even my sister and he was sentenced to be in jail for 10 years. Her third boyfriend, Frank Morris, was 11 years older than Rachel herself, but he was a chill guy, and a drug dealer. When Rachel was there, I met Frank once and I think I liked his company. He was so kind and funny. It's a shame they had to break up. I liked Frank and Rachel together, but her best friend, "Janna" said they wouldn't last together. Janna was right. They didn't last together, but they remained friends. Which was good. Her last boyfriend, Nate Walker, turned out to be a rich guy from a wealthy family. The Walkers Family. I think he did something to my sister, since he was the last guy to be seen with Rachel on the Fourth of July. But my parents don't care about that and they think Rachel's still in college. I never had the courage to tell them, since they were busy and all, but when I tell them, things are going to get worse. I might be the cause of my parents' arguments, their divorce, and many worse things. I hate myself for it, and no one knows because of my plastic smile. I'll never look at everything the same anymore. Never again.
I stood up and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. While I was taking a quick shower, a certain memory came to my mind. This memory was about what impact did Rachel have on me. I always thought Rachel had no impact on me and that no one would change me, as much as someone else would. But guess I was wrong. I'll never smile again and everyone knows it, except for my parents, cause they're too busy to see the difference now and then.
They don't care about the two of us.
They don't care about you.
They don't care about me.
They don't care about us.
They don't care.
My parents didn't care about anyone or anything. They didn't care about my sister, Rachel having a history with guys and suddenly she went missing. They didn't care about me liking a certain boy my age from the trailer park nearby. They were legally blind like Domzalski's grandma. What was her name? Oh right, it was Nancy Domzalski, Toby's grandma. I've read the book once. She was a cat lady, who took in her grandson, after his unknown parents died. Wonder if Rachel died or she's still alive? Knowing her, I think she would've been long dead. Her corpse is rotting somewhere, waiting to be found by someone. But where could she possibly be?
Nobody in Hurricane knows of Rachel's whereabouts, which could possibly mean that there's at least one person who knows Rachel's whereabouts, but doesn't want to tell anyone. Again, I think Nate Walker is the one, who knows. But, the thing is that I can't talk to Nate, since he doesn't know me and our first conversation could be a little awkward. At least I know an inside person, who can help me with Nate. The inside person was no one other than one of Rachel's best friends, Kate Williams. Kate was one of Rachel's best friends. She was a bit shy, creative and genuine. I could've gone to Janna about this, but I knew I couldn't risk it. That's why I'm going to call Kate that night. After I took a quick shower, I went back to bed, just to grab my phone and call Kate.
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Rachel Greene: The Girl, who had an Impact
Mystery / Thrillermy first finished book. I started writing this, when I was in 8th grade, and I ended writing it at freshman year. Warning: most of the book was written, when I was at school, meaning some stuff wasn't really researched (or was it?). And it may or ma...