It was dark. Really dark. I had just came home from dance class and I was exhausted. I had been working on my solo for hours. Aside from that, I was about to freeze to death.That's why I don't like New York. Its like that almost all the time. Well, not really but anyways, I'm humming the song that my solo is to and I could feel someone looking at me. I turn around and no one is there. I hear footsteps behind me. I thought was going crazy so I just continued walking, humming softly. He, she, it crept up on me and it kept getting closer and closer. Then it happened.
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Gone
General Fiction17 year old Hazel Carter, a competitive dancer, disappears and everyone is looking for her. Including Eliav Taylor, her boyfriend. It's found out by the authorities that she has been kidnapped by a man they have been looking for. The search goes on...
