Chapter 1: Missing

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Olivia McKenna had dark chocolate brown eyes, long brown soft hair, the perfectly tan skin, and perfect French tip nails. She was every boy's dream girl in High School. Every girls dream best friend in Middle School. And wished that they would get to sit beside her in elementary school. She had the perfect Life.

Olivia had always preferred to be called Liv because it was prettier.

Liv had a handsome dad, whom was named Toby McKenna.

She had a lovely mother named Sarah McKenna

And most of all, she had a twin brother, her best friend of all, Dustin McKenna.

Again, The perfect life.

Authors note: Now the story will start  I was just telling you some background info.

Liv walked down the hallways of the middle school at 10 pm. Her heart had a tug on her as she skimmed past the lockers. She could barely remember which one was hers, but she sure could remember the things she went through in that school.

She heard steps coming from the hallway left of her and slid into the closets room to her, which happened to be the room she needed to go to. She looked around and smiled. Perfect. She saw the light on in the Librarians office and walked in.

The librarian, Polly Withshire, pulled her glasses down to focus more on her. "Mrs. Olivia McKenna?" She questioned herself. "Why are you here so late?"
"Why are you?" Liv questions her. "I'm grading papers for Mrs. Shecks." Polly reassured her. She yawns and begin to leave. "Oh no, Mrs.Polly I forgot to ask you, about what time does Anna Anderson leave school?" Polly stops and responds "well, she's a homework helper so around 6 pm, why?" "Oh her mom wanted me to pick her up from school tomorrow!" Polly thought isn't she 15? "Im 19 Mrs Polly don't worry". She jumps back in shock and leaves the library.

Perfect Liv thought. One down, 9 to go

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Anna Anderson walked out of the Henry Jones Walker Middle School texting her mom.

(Text conversation)

Hey mom, are you here?

                                                No, sweets, walk home
Fine ok
                                                  Love you much
You too

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Liv watched Anna step outside the school building from the side. Anna has her hands in her Black Hoodie and started up the side walk. Liv creeped behind her. "Hey Anna!" Anna jumped back in shock, but soon relieved. "Liv, you scared the living daylights out of me!" She laughs. "Aww, Sorry lil cousin." She smiles. She takes Anna's hand and begins taking her into the middle school.

"What are you doing Liv, I'm supposed to be going home?" Liv rolls her eyes and then says "No Anna, your dying soon, just come on!" Anna begins to panic and screams "Dying?" Liv shushes her and takes her into an old classroom she remembers being kissed in: Mrs. Watts room. And puts her in the small corridor of the storage closet. "Bye Anna!" She turns around and locks the doors.

Liv pulls a small black remote with red, blue, white, green, and yellow buttons. She examines all of the buttons, which are small which means there are many of them. She pushes a yellow one that shuts off the storage lights. And it's quite inside the school, except for Anna's cry's for help and sobs.

Liv returns home that night with no regrets of what she had done. She was targeting people who did something to her that left a scar. She turns to the left of her small Studio Apartment and enters her study room.

She turns on a small lamp and it shows maps of the city and files of 10 different people. She smiles while starring at them.

She takes her red pen and marks off the name "Anna Anderson"

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In her mind, she said once again;

One Down, Nine to go

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That morning, Savannah Watts enters her 8th grade classroom. She sits her Starbucks Coffee down and begins to get ready for the day by getting papers, pencils, and writing on her board.

As she began to stack up the papers, she had realized that she did not have any paper clips. She sighed but got up to go to the storage closet. When she opened the door, she saw the worst thing any teacher could think of.

Her smartest student, Anna Anderson, was laying in the storage closet. She gasped and bent down to check her pulse. Just a little was left. She began shaking her and grabbing her phone to call 911. "Help help help" she screamed to the phone. "I came to class this morning, and one of my students was in the closet holding on to life! She's on the verge of dying someone help!" The operator was more concerned on the address than the fact that she would most likely be dead within minutes.

There at the Hospital, Savannah greeted Janet Anderson, who seemed worried for life. "Did you know she wasn't home?" Savannah said. "No" Janet shakes her head. "I though she was home and sleeping and she usually gets on the bus before I get up, so I thought she was ok" Janet and Savannah hug, since they have been best friends for 17 years.

Liv rushes in pretending to be terrified. "Omg is Anna ok? What happened?" She screams. She was lucky to be taking drama classes as a kid, or she would be meat by now. "I think she's fine, and we don't know what happened really-I" she gets interrupted by a nurse who comes in with a clipboard and smiles. "Mrs.Anna will be ok, she just has some memory loss about what happened that night" Janet steps up "What happened to her?" She asks. The nurse shakes her head. "She was short of oxygen, she either accidentally locked herself in the closet of someone else did, we could also tell that she was screaming and crying." Janet begins to break into tears. "Who would want to do this to my baby, my baby! She's only 13!" I would. Liv thought. Because she embarrassed me in front of my crush at the beach.

Authors note: Hey! This took lil long to make and I know it's kinda short, but just a little spoiler, Anna is the only one of the victims who survives, and you will figure out why I chose her later on in another chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

Word count: 1081

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