Where She Went

Chapter 3

ASHER'S POV

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Have you seen this girl?" I asked an old man and his wife. He looked at the picture, and sadly shook his head.

The whole town was stuck looking for the McKinley family, and I was stuck thinking about Brooklyn.

I was already late for school, I didn't really care anymore, it held too many memories of Brook. I began to walk, not watching where I was going, walking into busy streets, bumping into people. My eyes kept to the sidewalks.

It didn't surprise me when I looked up and saw I was in front of my school. I walked inside. I walked right past the office and into the halls.

No wonder things like school shootings and break ins happen. There is no secretary or anything. The halls were actually quiet, it was just the occasional teacher yelling at their class and the sound of my feet hitting the floor. I stopped and looked at her locker.

420. I couldn't help but just stare at it. On the outside it looked like every other boring red locker with the paint chipping off, but you could just tell it was hers. If that makes any since...

I walked towards. I barley got to see her at school because of me being two grades ahead of her, but some of my classes were close enough to hers so I was able to wait for her and walk her to class.

I stood there, like I was waiting for her to get her stuff and take my hand and walk with me. But she wasn't here, I didn't know where she was, or her sisters. I entered the combination.

Inside it was plain. Notes hanging here and there, a picture of her youngest sister Elizabeth. Another one was her and I. A half smile appeared on my face. I grabbed it, and stuck it in my pocket. I turned around to find math teacher looking at me.

"Mr. Haven." He said in a sympathetic tone. I looked down. He came over a patted my back. "Cmon." He said and put his arm around me and helped me into class, not that I needed it. Everyone was always giving me those looks like I needed help, but that was the last thing I needed. Sympathy.

When we walked into class everyone's eyes were on me.

A boy, named Rory, with bright red hair and glasses looked at me. He was actually in 10th grade but he took 12th grade math. God knows why.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see Rory looking at me. His glasses in the tip of his nose. His bright green eyes looked at me.

"M-meet me a-at end of s-s-school." He stuttered. I noticed that. He always stutters with a soft low voice. And he talked so fast you could never tell what he was saying. I nodded in agreement. I never talked to him, and he never talked to me.

A/N: sorry this chapter sucked. Next chapter will hopefully be better. And I'm sorry for saying this but comments mean the world to me so please comment/VOTE please!