The girl who went missing (True Story Of Zariyah Stenson)

The day of the party.

    Zariyah was the only one who had decided not to wear a dress she wore joggers purple ones to be exact. We were going to a party. She had always been the smart one, she skipped two grades and graduated at sixteen, she was a forensics major and had never missed a day of school in her life. She always looked at the bright side of things. She could make a room light up with just one laugh. But, she hated her voice and laugh she claimed she sounded like a man.

When we left for the party she looked worried. She said she had an uneasy feeling like she was being watched but every one brushed it off. We shouldn't have.

When we got in the party Tori said she'd be the designated driver and every parted ways. I didn't see Zariyah after that I heard her a couple times but never saw her.

Even though I was absolutely wasted I remember walking past a room hearing someone yelling,"Stop it! Someone help!" But when I opened the door I didn't see anyone so I brushed it off as if I was hearing things. I heard high pitched screaming again but ignored it. I kept walking. When we all met up to leave Zariyah wasn't there. But knowing Zariyah we all thought she left early.

Then, on Tuesday she wasn't in classes. We talked to her roommate and she said she hadn't seen her.

We reported a missing person.

They found a body that fit her description but I don't believe it was her everyone else did but I didn't. Her hair had been sloppily cut. And she was bloody and naked.

I know it wasn't her and I am going to find her.