I woke up the next day and knew something was wrong. I didn't know what was wrong at the time, and if I did know, I would never have left my intoxicating room. I would have just rolled up in my duvet and just remained there, forever. But I didn't know what was waiting for me that day. My oblivion changed my life, and I don't know if it was for the better.
Everything was normal at the start. I showered, got dressed, got my books and left. I went into my first class that Tuesday which was History and I sat in my seat against the window.
I didn't notice at the time, I didn't realise it was inportant but Eden, the girl who was always first to class was not in her seat which was, in History, on the other side of the room, at the very back in the corner. Empty. No Eden. I was alone in the eerily cold room. I didn't realise. How? I don't know. I'm an idiot obviously.
The classroom filled with people as oblivious as I. Don't get me wrong, I was eager to see her. After she kissed me, I needed to talk to her. I was just patient, I thought being patient was something I could have been. The room was silenced by the sound of the principal's voice ringing through the announcer. "Attention all student. I apologise for interrupting your conversations before class but I am afraid classes will not be going ahead today. It is come to our attention the Miss Eden Hale in Senior year has gone missing. She was last seen leaving her room at 8:20pm last night. We ask all students to go back to their dorms and remain there as we search the campus. If anyone knows the whereabouts of Miss Hale must report it immediately. To the friends of Miss Hale I ask you not to worry, we have contacted the police and they have also been searching for her since late last night, we will find her. Thank you, that is all."
It was weird, I had chills running up my spine and my hands shaked unsteadily but I didn't know why. I didn't know her, why was I like this. The room erupted in questions. They seemed concerned. Concerned? Why would they be? They didn't know her. I didn't know her. I rised from my seat and followed the river of questions out of the classroom and to my dorm.
I sat down at my desk and starred at markings left by previous owners. I traced them with my fingers absentmindedly. I was missing something. I knew I was missing something. But what was it? ... The note?! I fell of the chair but pushed my self off the ground, scurrying towards my jacket and reaching into the pocket. I held the crumpled paper in my hands as my fingers tried to find the sides and I unfolded it hurriedly, slightly ripping the corner off but it was still legible.
Come find me.
Eden x
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Teen FictionGray Dillard attends boarding school. Yes, typical of an intelligent, attractive and relatively wealthy teenager with unaffectionate parents who prefer their distance with a child they don't really care for. This story is not about Gray's family tro...