My name is Ashley Faith Martin. Yes I just used my full name. The reason I chose to share my story with you normal people and tell you about my life, is something I hold close to my heart. When I woke up the next morning it was Friday. My favorite day of the week. That's when I get to cheer in pep rally's usually.....But today was a lot different...way too unusual. I turn on the news like I do every morning, for my dad but he wasn't awake. So I thought he was asleep. Wrong guess!! "He was what" I screamed on the the flat screen TV. My dad had been kidnapped. Wow what a way to start my birthday. So next, I go get my phone off the charger and check my Facebook, Instagram, and Snap Chat. Tons of message and post and pictures wishing me a happy birthday.
Nicole Hosa<Ashley Martin : Happy 18th birthday sis and best friend I love you so much can't believe you get a tattoo before me lolz have an amazing
Jake>Ashley Martin: Happy birthday beautiful can't believe your catching up to me on age I hope your day is amazing and wonderful love you
Chelsea>Ashley Martin: Happy 18th Birthday sis can't wait for our volley ball camp out trip in NYC yaay
Then I got several calls from an unknown number. "Hmm weird" I thought I don't know anyone with this number.
"Oh Nicole here with her blue mustang ,I should probably go." I get into her car and we go to school. Halfway to school and I scream "shit we forgot a person." You look at me and say "shit we forgot Chelsea." We do a 360 and turn around and go to pick up Chelsea. When we get to her house she has this glare on her face. "About time you bitches showed up " Chelsea nearly screams at us. "You do realize we all have a huge volley ball practice before we leave today right" she says. Me and Nicole yell "shit "
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The Girl In The Shadow
FanfictionDescription: just a normal day for Ashley Martin until...her world is turned upside down. Her dad goes missing possible death, Nicole becomes suicidal and Ashley is on the hunt to find the truth of her dad's sudden disappearance.
