I slept most of the time on the plane. We were on our way to California and I was giddy. A few members of the force were flying out to California to look for Gwen and Grayson. My family and the Donahue's were staying in a hotel in the area until they find her.
The police were tracking Grayson's phone because it hadn't died yet and they were hoping that the kidnappers hadn't moved to another location and just left the phone.
It took seven hours to get from airport to airport and two more to get to Ferndale, where the cell tower Grayson called from.
We stayed in a tiny hotel on the boarder, next to this long windy dirt road.
I got my own room and was really excited to see where they would find Gwen. I would kill them.
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Teen FictionSiblings hate each other right? Only until tragedy strikes. Sometimes wishes do come true. Even the ones we don't really mean.
