*Riley's P.O.V *
Where is dad, I thought, rushing up and down the hallway frantically. His phone must have been blowing up with the amount of calls and texts I've sent him.
You know what, I'm just over-reacting, I thought. He's probably stuck in traffic or his meeting over ran or he's stuck in court with an extra long case.
But there was a little voice inside of me saying, " he's left me". What if that morning was the last time I'll ever see his glistening brown eyes or what if last week was the last time I've ever tasted his glorious chicken curry.
I slumped down on the floor and started crying.
Then, common sense hit me. I'm not the sort of person who cries and makes someone else do it for me; if I want to get something done I do it myself. It's been my motto for years now.
I thought for a few minutes then I decided to go to bed as it was 10:30 already, then if he doesn't turn up I'll go to the police station in the morning. Brilliant plan! I went to bed really pleased with myself, but also upset.
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The sun struck through the curtains like a sword. I covered my eyes, pulled the covers off and clambered out of bed. I went to go and check to see if dad was sleeping in his room. Dammit. No sign of him anywhere. I then sleepily wandered downstairs, slower than a three-legged tortoise, my feet felt as heavy as led, my eyes nearly shut.
Nip no sign of him anywhere. Plan A. Phone the police to say he was missing. I only had toast last night for dinner so my stomach was growling like a dinosaur. I poured Cheerios into a cream bowl stating 'Riley' inside. I slipped a dress on over my head as it was a surprisingly very warm day. I picked up my phone placed on my bedside table and ringed 999.
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" What's seems to be the problem"
"Well my dad, he was supposed to come home last night and he hasn't turned up. I was wandering whether you knew where he was or whether he was safe"
"What's his and your name"
"Mason and Riley Fletcher"
"Ok, I would suggest coming round here, bring some photos and we might be able to see what we can do to help."
"Thank you for your time" and I placed my phone down. I grabbed my magenta shoulder bag , slipped on my sneakers and rushed out of the door.
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THE GIRL DETECTIVE
Mystery / ThrillerNo age limit. I know it's written badly but who cares ,we're here to have fun, so no hate. Riley Fletcher is just a normal girl. But when her dad mysteriously disappears and the police have done what they can, it is all up to Riley to save her dad...
