Russete Mountain

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I closed Hayleys planner and put it exactly where I picked it up.
"Charlie, did you find anything, anything useful?" Hayleys mother says from the doorway.
"I just looked through her planner, I need to go somewhere!" I say as I zip up my gray hoodie.
"Charlie!" She says me before I leave.
I turn to her.
"Call me if you find ANYTHING!" She tells me.
I nod and run out of the house.

*TIMESKIP*

On my bike. Riding threw the trails of Russete mountain.
Where could Hayley have met her!?
I think to myself.
Russete mountain was not a popular place, it was cold this November, so I assume not many people had been on the trails.
I kept traveling threw the trails, found nothing, no sign of Hayley, nothing.
I decided to bike threw the last trail, the longest one.

     The trail was bumpy, it looked like it hadnt been walked on much.
As I was biking, I noticed there was another bike off the trail. I stepped on the breaks of my bike and hopped off.
I trotted through the branches as they scratched my face. I picked up the bright lavender bike, it had a name written on the side of it.
Hayley Attican.

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