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Chapter 4 - Missing?

^ This is sad and wrong.
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Okay, I'm actually going to try to stay on one POV today and it's actually going to be Jasper's. It's going to be just as good and I hope you enjoy it. 

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Jasper's POV
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I looked over the crowded corridors like a vulture looking for a decent meal. People were rushing to get to their lockers or friends and made it hard to get through. But I watched The Mysterious Girl's locker and so far she hasn't been here yet. I keep telling myself that she's probably late or she's sick, but I've just been saying that in my mind to distract myself from the bad feeling that I've been feeling about her. Like someone was twisting my guts, and it made me feel very uneasy. I was going to ask Monica if she knew where she was because I did see her with The Mysterious Girl last. But it's only the morning and I should stop following my gut. I should at least wait until lunch break to ask Monica where she could be.

I sigh as I start to squeeze through the loud teenagers who seemed to have to take up the whole corridor space. I could barely see the blue flooring with the pairs of feet shuffling around. I could hardly see ahead of me either, unless I stood on my toes and lifted my head higher.

I reached my classroom and entered. I was early and there was one other girl in the class. She had her hair in plaits and wore a complex black singlet, showing skin on her back and chest. Her tiny shorts barely covered any skin, exposing her thin thighs. She wore black Nike shoes and it seemed that she was reading the class novel. She didn't seem to notice me so I quietly slipped into my seat and pulled out my pencil case and books. I would read, but I figured that I had too much on my mind that it would be close to impossible. So, I sat there thinking to myself.

I thought about Harry and Tiffany, a little bit of school and mostly what The Mysterious Girl was up to. Maybe she ditched school, or ended up being very sick. Maybe she got hurt on the way home.

Thoughts crowded my mind so much that I began to feel slightly dizzy. I clutched the edges of the table to stabilise myself and sighed.

I wished that I didn't show up to school today. But I guess I feel that way everyday.

The day went past in a blur, and before I knew it, it was lunch break. I already held my pre-made salad in my hand and my cold beverage in the other as I walk into the crowded cafeteria. Of course The Mysterious Girl wouldn't be in here, but Monica will be. But I searched the entire cafeteria and I found no trace of her. Although it was hard to find anybody, I knew that she wasn't in the room.

I suddenly felt as if I should go outside, into the area that had freshly cut green grass and tall autumn trees. I decided to do it, follow my gut this time, which lead me through the glass door.

The fresh, warm air hit me as I walked outside and I looked around, seeing groups of people sitting on the grass, big and small. In the distance, behind the group of tall trees, I see the sporty people playing a game of ball.

I walked around, looking around and at the groups of friends, talking and discussing things. A large group stared at me with a disgusted look as I walked around the group and I felt the urge to point the rude finger at them. But with a lot of self control, I fought the urge.

I walked over to a less crowded area and saw an old-looking park bench. Nobody was sitting on it - it looked abandoned. But standing next to it was a tall girl with tanned skin and dark black hair. She wore black tights and a white singlet, topped with a dark brown leather jacket. Her heeled boots dug into the grass as she spun around, as if looking around. She looked confused.