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Tuesday, at school

My house was 2 streets away from my high school, Which meant I got to walk to school daily, all 180 days, not counting sick days of snow days, I never complained about having to walk to school everyday, my feet never got tired and my back managed to hold up the weight of my backpack.
I walked slower than usual, trying to take in what happened this morning at the breakfast table.
Should I talk to Mrs. Attican about Hayley and her disappearance?
Thoughts raced threw my head as I approached my school entrance.
    My school was an average sized school, it had a huge glass window at the front, an oversized entrance, and barely any windows.
     I looked up at everyone walking around my campass.
Most of my classmates were talking in large groups, there are about 5 different types of groups; The girls who gossip, The badass girls, The nerds, And the jocks.
    I don't fit into any of them, Ive mostly been a loan wolf, and so was Hayley.
Hayley and I basically just had each other, We would complain about teachers, and all of the mini 'groups', and of course, Gianna.
Gianna is probably the biggest prick on the face of the earth, Appatently, she treated Hayley like crap, now I don't know all the details about what Gianna did to Hayley, but I do know it was awful.

    I walked into school with my head down, I still can't look up at anyone, everyone will stare.

    I walk slowely down the hallway, I look at Hayleys locker, usually I would just glance at it, but today I couldn't move my feet, I kept looking at her locker, I looked at the note left on it that said "Please come back soon, Hayley!" I couldn't stop myself from examining every inch of her locker, from the worn out combination lock, to the marker used to right the note.
    I was so focused on Hayleys locker that I didn't notice people running through the halls to get to homeroom, by the time I became more alert of what was around me, and everyone had left for class. I was sitting in an empty hallway, at least until I heard foot steps behind me.
"Charlie!" I recognized that voice.
I looked behind me, it was Gianna.
"Gianna?" I say to her.
"Charlie what the hell are you doing looking at a dead girls locker?" Gianna asked.
Wait, what? We dont know officially if Hayley is dead, and if she was, how would Gianna be the first person to know?
"...But Hayley isn't dead! Is she?" I said to her.
Gianna shook her head and sighed.
"Charlie, you need to face the truth." Gianna explained.
I already hated the shit out of Gianna, but her talking me down absolutely irritated the living crap out of me.
"The truth? Your idea of the TRUTH is knowing if she got killed or not?! The truth is what happened, how she went missing, and where her body is!" I exclaimed.
Gianna gave me a look like I was stupid or something.
"Charlie..." She said in a soft tone.
I continued;
"DON'T 'CHARLIE...' ME! How would you feel to have a child who went missing and you've been searching for her for months, and you couldn't find her, and you have your entire town assuming she's dead even though she very well couldn't be?"
Before I could tell Gianna to fuck off, I heard the guidance counselor, Ms. Jenny, yell my name.
"Charlie Everret!" She said.
I turned with a sad, droopy experiment, over to Ms. Jenny's direction.
"Come to my office, please." She said quietly.