World War 3

Lost Your Life

The next morning

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*RING RING*

"Hello."

"OH MY GOD! TODAY IS THE DAY! TODAY IS THE DAY WE MEET HARRY AND HIS FRIENDS! IM SO EXCITED, I JUST CANT HIDE IT! AAAAHHHH!!"

Then silence. She hung up. Thanks Kathryn.

*RING RING RING RING*

"What now?"

"Sara?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Anna. What's up?", I apologize sincerely.

"I was wondering what you were today?"

"Uuhhmmm," I have no clue what to say. Ya know, maybe I should bring her to Harry's. Maybe, I can get back on her good side.

I tell her what's going on this evening and how I'm going to text her the address later and that was that. Anna's coming.

Wait. Holy crap. NO!

Kathryn's POV

"SO IM FOLLOWING THE MAP THAT LEADS TO YOU! THE MAP THAT LEADS TO YOU! AINT NOTHING I CAN DO! THE MAP THAT LEADS TO YOU, FOLLOWING FOLLOWING FOLLO-", interrupted by the door. How embarrassing.

I unlock the door and Sara shoves her way past me, into my house. She bolts up the stairs without saying a word. I have never seen her move so fast in my life. Except that time a bee chased her down the beach in 5th grade....fun times.

I follow her. Not like I have any other option right?

"Sara! What are you doing? What's wrong?"

She finds the Vera Bradley bag she gave me for my birthday in my room and she practically rips it to shreds. Every single item in my purse is flung across my room.

"Hey I just cleaned my room!" Still silence. "Sara! Answer me!"

She flips around with her hair tangled and frizzy. "I LOST THE PIECE OF PAPER!"

"What piece of pap-"

"THE PIECE HARRY GAVE ME! IT HAD HIS PHONE NUMBER AND HIS ADDRESS! THAT PAPER IS MY LIFE!" interrupted again...she needs to learn her manners.

"You didn't put his number in your phone?" I ask, concerned now.

The bed folds in as Sara sits on it, clearly stressed out.

"Look, it's okay. We'll just call Olivia and we'll find Harry at the bakery and ask for it again, alright?" I try to comfort her. Her response came as a slow head nod.

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Sara's POV

Olivia pushes her way through the crowd of people in order to find Harry ASAP. I feel so stupid. The fact that I actually lost the thing that was my entire life is still setting in. What if we can't find Harry? What if we never get his address or phone number? What if he's moving to Canada tonight, huh? I'd never see him again! Oh my god! My life is officially over.

Olivia screams, "I need to see Harry this second!" It's nice having a loud, straight-forward friend.

No on answers at first. They all kind of look at each other nervously.

An older lady steps up and responds politely, "Oh, sweetheart, today is Saturday. It's his day off."