The Search For Dakota Thompson

Chapter 10:

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Draft Entry Nineteen-
03/26/20
Calissa Thompson
Williamson Co' Publishers
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This house is depressing.

All the books on the bookshelf opposite me. The sofa in the room across the hall. The lock on the draw of my desk, custom made for that one reason. Hell even the sweatshirt hung in the back of my closet, that I never seem to find, but I know its been there for years.

Although I love this house with all my heart, and have since I moved in 4 years ago. Although I love all the memories and positive opportunities this house has given me, it depresses me at times.

I'm reminded of both of them. Of all of them. From the minute I wake up in the morning, to when I come home in the evening. Seemingly everything I've ever done is in the shadow of those 14. And the three shadows, I promised would never fade from the first day of my senior year.

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This room is so depressing.

The bed is comfortable, I'm not complaining, but the room just doesn't feel like home. But with my mind set and the way things are, I doubt anywhere feels like home anymore.

I was sat on the floor of the room in which I was staying, my back against the bed. Listening to the buzz of the old building, and the movement of the few people here today, moving around elsewhere.

I found out from Blake and Daniel that me and Westbrooke were the only ones who stayed here at night. Sometimes Ari or Henry or someone would turn up to keep James company, but now I was here, they didn't.

I don't spend much time in my room, were as Westbrooke does, we hardly saw him. I usually walk around during the day, sit in the rain room or the rec room. It's quite a nice place, ignoring what goes on here of course. But the atmosphere was dreadful lately.

The mood was quite slow and dull. Nothing was going well, James was angry with everyone, mostly himself, and we all got the back half of his anger.

Everything fell apart the other night, and everyone was paying the price for it. Turns out both operations went wrong. We failed to find Cole or anything but the fact that my brother was back. And Westbrookes other plan to get Nate back also didn't go too well. Nate wasn't were they thought he was. They were mis-lead.

It had been 4 days since. 4 days since the party. Since Blondie made a re-appearance.

It was a odd feeling that night, staring into my eyes, my mom's eyes on his face, my fathers face. I still couldn't come to terms with it.

Dakota Thompson. Kody.

Passed away at 14, shot in two gangs crossfire. Alive, and saving my life. Only to disappear, again.

I was brought back to my room when I heard a door slam at the far end of the building, and a scream, one of the girls, from the same direction.

It didn't surprise me, there's always something going on, or at least someone else here.

Ari is here most of the time, I think she's asking about staying here, so she can afford her college fees. That's what she told me last time we spoke.

Jess always turns up around mid-day, but I don't see her much, she spends most of her time in the training rooms with Blake.

Daniel is hardly ever here, but he has school. I still can't believe he's a sophomore and he's mixed with all this, he's still a kid.

Blair, Henry and Tom are hardly seen unless they're called upon, just like Andrew and Jake.