Dear whoever is reading this,
This won't go public, I will keep this private, but if you are reading this and you are not me, what on earth are you doing signed onto my blog? I came home from school today, chirpy, after finishing a book and moving on to fabulous new book. My father is usually still working on our broken fence (He needs to call someone to do it for him, he thinks he is a handy, fix it man) so I didn't expect him to be in the house, I went upstairs to start to write a new blog post in my bedroom, but when I looked out the window, my father wasn't there. He isn't working much recently so I didn't expect him to be at work, but his car was also not gone. I went downstairs and called for him... no answer, I went into every room, still nowhere to be seen. I then find a note on the kitchen counter, praying for it to be dad saying he has gone for a walk, but when I read it my worst nightmares come true. It reads:
'Come find me, I'm waiting at 37 Scott Ave, Tell a soul and you won't find me at all.'
I wish this could just be a joke, so when I arrive to this address it will just be a week early surprise birthday party. But I know this is real. I have a gut feeling, no actually I'm talking about my father's life here, I mean: I have a heart feeling.
If I make it out alive, until next time Beauty.
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In Captivity
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