Nico:I ran my hand through my short black hair waiting to come into the cameras view."Nicolas aka Nico Anderson and Amelia Grace" I stepped in front of the camera with Amelia. Today was the day we were going to tell everyone about the two letters we found in Zella's locker meaning she must have still been in town on the second day but not anymore seeing as we haven't found any other letters."Hello", Amelia and I started at the same time, she nodded her head to me signaling for me to read the letter I nodded my head to her."We found two letters addressed to whoever finds them from Zella Margo Thompson," I mumbled."Will you read the letters to us" The boy asked, we nodded our heads and I started with the first letter."Dear Whoever finds this. this is Zella Margo Thompson and you may be thinking about where the hell are you and all that stuff, but it's nothing bad. I'm running away tonight I can't deal with this town anymore, I hated being in the middle of two boys who always made me choose between them in elementary school and the start of middle school." I bowed my head down at that because I was one of those boys "I hate always fighting with my parents and my older sister. The only good things right now is my best friend Amelia Grace and this boy I like and he might be one of the two who always made me choose between them but I don't care I like him. . . Even if we don't talk that much. So don't worry about me. you could come and find me though I have left clues and I'm writing a letter every day and I'm leaving it in every spot I stay in until I settle.Sincerely,Zella Margo Thompson," I put the letter back in my pocket"That was the first letter" Amelia Whispered. I nodded my head."Well how about the second letter?" The girl asked, Amelia nodded her head and pulled the second letter out of her pocket. Amelia started in a whisper like how she always talks but halfway through the short letter she got louder "Dear World, My name is Zella... Zella Margo Thompson and I'm thirteen years old. But anyways here's a word. A word I'd say is a word that has an effect in my life the word... that word is home. Home is something I have none yet many of, why? because I'm a runaway. Every place in this world is my temporary home but yet I have no real permanent home. Sincerely, Zella Margo Thompson. Letter number two"And cut" The camera and lights turned off and I raced out of the room before anyone could see the tears slipping out of the corners of my eyes. I flung the boys bathroom door open and ran into a stall slipping down the wall of the stall after locking the door. I let the tears slowly fall down the sides of my face. I heard a knock on the bathroom door, not the stall the wood entrance. "Nico you good in there?" Amelia whispered through the door.I smeared my tears across my face with the back of my hand "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine." I said acting like nothing was wrong. Before I let the tears race down my face again I made sure I heard her footsteps moving away towards her next class. I walked out of the stall and grabbed a paper towel drying off the tears. I sighed as I walked out of the boys bathroom towards my next class which was 8th grade algebra. I sat down in my seat that happened to be right next to Zella normally. Zella and I used to be in all the same classes together until she ran away. "Nico Anderson?" I raised my hand this was the worst teacher she always did attendance even if we did it in homeroom and this teacher insisted on checking if Zella was here every single day which broke my heart a little more every single day. "Zella Thompson" she waited a few seconds then raised an eyebrow "Still not here, hmm" I was done with this."Are you an idiot? She's been gone for a month do you not understand what running away means!" I screamed at her starting to cry again. I didn't care if I cried in front of the whole class I hate this teacher."Mr. Anderson sit down." She stated angrily. "And stop yelling with insults at your teacher. DETENTION!" I didn't sit down what I did was run out of class down the hallway to 8th grade science where Amelia would be right now. I knocked on the door which happened to be right next to her seat and signaled for her to come out here."We need to find Zella." I whispered little did anyone know this is the last time they would see me for another 4 years.
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The Zella Margo Thompson Letters
Misteri / ThrillerDear World, My name is Zella... Zella Margo Thompson and I am thirteen years old. But anyways here's a word. A word I'd say is a word that has a effect in my life the word... that word is home. Home is something I have none of but many of, w...
