It has been a few weeks since I last saw Tristen and winter break is soon. He hasn't answered or returned any of my calls. As I walked into my last class I thought I had saw him. Although, as I got closer and they turned their head I knew it wasn't him. I sat down and got ready for class. An hour later I'm walking out of class and towards my dorm. As I walked in I set my bag down and checked Tristen's room one more time. I scanned the room until I noticed something I haven't seen before. I walked over to his dresser and picked up a piece of paper. All it said was, "Text this number-" and in bolded letters it wrote, "480-555-3216" I pulled out my phone and put in the number. I sent a small, "Hello?" Almost instantly I got a reply, "I have been waiting for this message, Erik." My mouth had dropped. How in the world do they know my name? "Who is this? How do you know my name?" Again as if I were expected, another instantly came in, "If you would like to see Tristen again you will have to search for him. Find the clues and our location, and he will be safe. You will find the clues when you hear the beep. Take too long, and you'll never hear from him again." I was in complete shock from the message. A minute later of me reading over the message repeatedly, I got another one reading, "You will find it near the stream." I grabbed my car keys and a bag of beef jerky and headed for my car.
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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?
