Where is she-chapter 3

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           A few days have passed since the officer asked me questions. V has been gone 4 days no word it's Thursday dad didn't make me go to school this week. Yesterday I was so sad I didn't even get it of bed. Tonight the whole neighbor hood is going to go to the woods behind our culdesac. Which looking in the woods behind were you live for a person is not going to help find them. She could be half way to California by now. She could be in Greenville some where. Or in a house. So looking in one spot for some one won't help.
                   I heard my dad on the phone saying that this would hopefully help me. Like what is this one night with flashlights looking in the woods so we can move on and not feel guilty. Or maybe instead of wasting time we should actually find her.
                    I look at the clock it says 4 am.  Four hours into Thursday. I don't sleep that much anymore. Why I sleep she could be locked in a shed starving. But around 5 am my eye lids grow heavy and I drift into a light sleep.
                      When I wake up I feel like I've only slept 15 minuets by its already 10 am. I get up and walk through the living room to the kitchen. My dads at work so it's just me at the house. I poor a bowl of cereal but I don't eat it. I just push my fruity pebbles around in the milk for ten minuets, until it's a pile of colorful mush on my spoon.  I dump my breakfast and go back to my room.
                       I walk in my room. V helped me pick out the decor. I have a white fury rug spreading across the middle of my room. In the right corner of my room is my bed with black sheets and white blanket across it. On the left corner is a black bean bag with a white blanket. With a black night stand between my bed and bing bag with a clock and picture of me and V. On my left wall is a desk with a mac book pro I got for Christmas, a cup of pencils, two pictures one of my family and 1 of me and V. And beside  my desk is a short white dresser with a gold mirror over it to act as vanity and my make up bag.
                I consider getting back into bed and watching videos me and V made as kids, but I can't. I can't stay in a room that V helped me with or look at her house. Theirs a giant poster of hunger games over my desk, I can't look at it that was V's favorite movie. Even though I'm not aloud to leave the house I have to go.

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