After I left Ms. Carters house I ran back home and bolted up the stairs and into my bedroom. I grabbed my school bag and dumped it all out. I watched as all my books and my laptop drop to the floor.. sh*t. I open laptop. Minor cracks, not too bad. I ran to my closet grabbed as many hoodies and sweats that would fit into my bag, my phone, water bottles, and binoculars. I stop. I quietly go to my dads room. I reach under his bed and pull out the black locked box, grabbed the key conveniently placed under the bedroom rug and unlock the box.
Inside are pictures and jewelry all belonging to my mom. I look at the pictures of me and my mom when I was a baby. Wishing. Just wishing that I could remember her. But all I can see when I hear her name is her grave in an ocean of graves. Meaningless. I feel a knot in my throat and I take a deep breath. I dump out every thing and look for the hook that lifts up the fake bottom and take out the piece of wood. I see the gun. I grab it, put everything back in, lock the box and go back to my room and shove the pistol into my bag. I run down into the kitchen and..my god why does my dad snore so loud? Anyway, I open the cabinet and grabs three packs of apple pie granola bars and head out the door. I frickin love granola bars.
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Gone
General Fiction17 year old Hazel Carter, a competitive dancer, disappears and everyone is looking for her. Including Eliav Taylor, her boyfriend. It's found out by the authorities that she has been kidnapped by a man they have been looking for. The search goes on...
