Caught Like A Fly

6

*Georgia's POV*

I pull up to our grandfather's house. I walk on the porch. He died a while back and we have paid for his house to be here.

I unlock the door. I walk in and set my helmet on the table. I turn on the lights. I open a mason jar with moonshine. I sit down and sip it.

I finish my drink and sit down in his old reclining chair. I sigh.

"Damn it Lizzy." I stand walk down the hallway. Pictures of mom as a little girl are everywhere. Then I see a picture of me and Lizzy from senior year in highschool.

(A/N Lizzy is the left. Georgia is right. Old highschool photo.)

I take the picture off the wall and sigh. "I hope I can find you. I'm not a dog I don't have a nose to track you down."

Wait. Track. I can track her necklace. Mom put a thingy on her necklace cause she kept running.

I pull out my phone and type in the code.

She is here. I can find her.

*Lizzy's POV*

We were visiting family in Virginia. I was heating pizza for my cousin. I finished heating the pizza. I walked over to our clutter of a table

I feel like drawing. My younger cousin spills a whole glass of milk on my folder of drawings. I pick up the glass and snatch my folder. I yell.

"You stupid kid my drawings!!!!"

I run to the bathroom. I pull out my drawings. All of them are ruined. I cry as they poke wholes from my fingers.

The folder I made a long time ago in 3rd grade with all my favorite bands and best friends is ruined. My friend that died in a car accident wrote on it and you can barley see it from all the ink smudges and running.