It was just a normal day, Indie and Zayne were walking around after school. Indie looked down and saw her phone had a new notification. It was from her mom, it read "Where are you! School got out an HOUR ago. Ugh, just hurry up and get home."
"Ugh, my mom's in her mood again, I guess I should probably head back to my house now," said Indie.
"I'll walk with you," said Zayne. They both started walking towards her road, when they turned on to her street, she could already see her mom outside, smoking a cigarette as usual.
She walked up the steps to her porch yelling goodbye to Zayne. She heard her mom mumble something but the sound of her music playing through her ear bud in her left ear blocked her out.
Indie slowly walked up the stairs to her room, staring at her iPhone. It wasn't long before her Snapchat was blowing up with messages from all of her friends. As she was replying to her best friend, Anastasia, her typing was cut off by the sound of her mom yelling her name up the staircase.
As Indie headed down the stairs, she finished replying to Anastasia. Her mom starting rambling about the weekend.
"Find somewhere to stay tonight. I'm having a kid-free party and you can't be here." Said her mom.
"Whatever. I'll stay with Stasia,"
"I don't recall asking who you were staying with. I just want you gone!"
"Well I'm so sorry that you get mad over every little thing I do. I can't deal with you right now. I'll be at Anastasia's house where she actually cares what I do. See you Monday," Anastasia said as she stormed out of the house with her phone and her backpack.
She was walking down the road when all of the sudden she heard a strange noise behind her. She looked back to see what it was, and she was so shocked she couldn't move.
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Lost and Found
Teen FictionIndie was kidnapped when she was 14. Her boyfriend, Zayne, was set out to find her. On the 2 year anniversary of her dissapearance, Zayne knew she was still alive, he could feel it. He sets out to find her and is out for revenge on the low life that...
