After the dance, Simon walked me home. He messaged me when he got back home. But I was already asleep. The next morning. I checked my phone. It was 11:20am and I had 2 new text messages.
Simon Heathling:
Hey. I got home fine. And I noticed that guy u were with. He seemed cool, I guess. What happened? Did he give u his number?? Tell me all of it!!
Simon is kinda... Flamboyant.
Simon Heathling:
Oh!! And I need to tell u about that girl I met. She was pretty and all. But. Like. She kinda had a really big mouth. All she did was complain. And she was a really bad kisser. And she kept stepping on me when we danced. Ugh.
I told Simon everything over text messages. Then, I put down my phone. And went to eat breakfast. The kitchen is empty. So I look in the living room.
"Thats weird..."
I say out loud although I am alone.
"Oh well.."
I head back into the kitchen and pop a toaster strudel into the toaster. I stand in front of the toaster as it cooks. The toaster pops and I put the icing on my pastry.
"Maybe I should go look for mom.."
I suggest to myself.
"It's weird that she isn't up already and she's usually watching tv until I get up. Or making breakfast."
I look around the house but find nothing. No trace of my mother. Then, I notice the photo of us on her bedside has been knocked off and shattered. There's blood on the glass.
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Hunters
Teen FictionKate McFarland was once and average girl. With an average life. She never expected what had become of her. One day, she had been living her normal, happy life with her mother, Sharon. The next, she had been swooped away to live in an academy. Not th...
