Tristen never showed up for any of his classes today. I wonder if he just stayed home today. I opened the door to our dorm and set my bag down my bag down. I called out, "Dude where were you? Why didn't you go to class?" I opened the door to his room, not there. I walked into the kitchen and found his apple core from earlier this morning, lying on the floor. I picked it up. It had been sitting here for a while, it was rotten and shriveled, the inside was a tanish shade, and the outside had turned green to brown. I tossed it and it landed square into the trash. I found it odd cause Tristen never leaves trash around. Food trash that is. I opened the fridge and saw a note. I picked it up and it read, "Erik, I stepped out for a bit and will be back soon. Tj." I took his word for it. I grabbed a soda and continued with my day.
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The Friend
Teen FictionA man has someone taken from him. He must journey out to find clues. In all due time to rescue them. Will he complete his task? But the true question is, who is the friend?
