Chapter Two: C O N F U S E D : IAN

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Clutching a poster with the words 'MISSING' along with a picture of my face. Do they think I am dead? Tears fill my eyes and then I remember Rachel. I never liked her anyway. The thought shocked me. I thought I loved her? Ugh, I can't just sit here and cry. I try to remember what happened;

I was running towards the café, holding hands with Rachel, her fingers twisting around mine. Sun blanketing the long valley of green grass, crunching beneath my feet, the road sparkling with puddles from the last rainfall of the other night. "Hehe, happy birthday!" She giggles as we pause for a minute to collect our breaths. She smiles sweetly and I forget that she is two years older than me. Today is my birthday, today I am 18, today I shall see what's inside the new Ronnie's café. The circus like doors swing open, the walls are sparkly red and white. The stage has two realistic clown girl and boy robots singing and dancing as kids rush up towards them, but teenagers also rush up, even some adults do as well. The tables are purple and shiny with glitter stuck beneath the plastic coating, sparkly party hats sit on top with plates and knives and forks sitting underneath it. The tables are square and fit four people then there are longer tables and one of them have a shiny platter with a card standing up on it reading, "Happy Birthday, Ian!!" and a huge smile crossed my face, huge enough to show my dimples, I then turned to kiss Rachel on the cheek.

Shuddering, I close the memory lane, and fall to sleep on the hard-cold floor.

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