Part One, Chapter One

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Rachel Hopper was awoken to the sound of her alarm going off at 6:30 AM. School didn't start until 8:30, but Rachel was always slow in the mornings. She turned on her lamp before searching for some clothes. She didn't care if they came out of her closet or off of the floor, because most of her clothes were clean regardless. She put some clean "workout" clothes in her bag before walking out to the kitchen for a quick breakfsat and cup of coffee. There was a note from her dad on the bag of coffee grounds, so there was no way that she could miss it.

Left for work early. Should be home at around 7. Leftovers are in the fridge. Be good at school.
Love you. -Dad

She poured the coffee into a mug and went out to the car with her school stuff. The mixtape that Jonathan had made her when she first got her car was sitting on the dashboard, waiting to be played. The people who waited by her at stop signs gave her odd looks because most people aren't blaring rock music at eight in the morning. Most people also aren't drinking out of a coffee mug in a moving vehicle. There was a strategy to drinking coffee like that, and it was to essentially chug it at stops. Rachel had her most embarrassing moment at the time in her car, because she drove over a dead animal with her cup in her hand and spilled the coffee all over her outfit. Nancy had to give her a change of clothes because of where the stains were. She saw Jonathan walk around the front of her car when she was done with her coffee, so she grabbed her bag and hopped out of the car to talk to Jonathan.

"Hey, is everything okay? You look stressed."

"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm just nervous about my history quiz." She could see that he was lying. There wasn't a history quiz because they don't get quizzes on Mondays.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Uh, my mom and I, we don't know where Will is. She called all of his friends and they didn't see him. I think she's gonna go to the station and pay your dad a visit. I'm just worried about my brother. What time is it?"

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