For weeks after that dream I saw Nash EVERYWHERE. At the shops, at school, at the leisure centre, at the shopping centre. Until I woke up one morning to hear on the news that three of his friends had gone missing in the space of 10 days. Then I only saw Nash at school.
Every 10 days three more kids went missing and I saw him less and less.
Months went by with more kids going missing and the police not being able to find any evidence as to what happened to them, there weren't any bodies, there wasn't a trace of them anywhere.Everytime I see Nash I want to talk to him. I'd never spoken to him before and I doubt that he knows who I am.
He stoped turning up at school and I didn't see him around anymore. It was on the news a fee days later that he had gone missing now too.
I asked around at school to see if anyone had seen him the day he went missing, but nobody had seen him.
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It's a Monday morning which means that I have school today. I got out of bed with a groan and jumped in the shower. After my shower I put a hoddie and jeans on, not bothering about doing anything special with my hair, I just tied it up into a messy bun. Makeup wasn't something I wore but I decided to put a little bit on today.I ran downstairs, bag in hand, and started my long walk to school. While I was walking I noticed that a van had been following me since I'd left the front door. This made me speed up a bit, but everytime I sped up the van sped up!
I was too busy trying to keep an eye on the van that I walked straight into a pole and knocked myself unconscious. The last thing I heard was the sound of the van doors opening and the last thing I felt was being lifted up and something being tied round my wrists.
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