As the months went on, Harper would hear walking through the forest but it didn't bother her. She sometimes wondered if her mother sent policemen to come find her which is why she stayed quiet. She wondered if her old man friend had been killed or if he stayed in his apartment all day. She often wondered a lot of things which made her anxiety go out the roof half the time. Today didn't feel the same to Harper at all. No one came to the forest, the city was loud, no cat coming to play, no hearing her mom's voice call out. "Is today different than the others?" Harper asked herself. She peeked her head out of the bush and saw a newspaper. "The mailman! He'd been here!" Harper picked up the newspaper and read aloud, "Dangerous Murderer gone away. City gets ready for Easter." Down below all of that was a tiny message, "Hi City newspaper. Please find my daughter Harper Micheals. She's been missing for almost half a year and I wish she'd come home. She's 17 supposed to be in college. Thank you for your time." Harper put the newspaper back on the ground and thought how much she has missed her home. Her nice memory foam sky blue bed with her dog licking her face as always. Harper snapped out of her thoughts as a tear ran down her cheek. She got out of the bush for once and looked around. She saw a bulldozer, some trees knocked down, and the mayor standing there looking happy?! "What on earth are they doing to the trees?" Harper thought. She couldn't ask the mayor because he knew everyone in the city. "I've been just surviving off poisonous berries, but my body is getting used to them because I've been eating them for half a year." Harper was eating the berries when she remembered her old gas station routine. She walked over, grabbed chips, payed, and ran before anyone realized who she was. There it was. Harper's mom's voice. "HARPER! PLEASE COME HOME! FANTA IS DYING AND HE NEEDS CLOSURE!" Harper dropped her chips and collapsed on the ground. She began to sob harder than ever before. Fanta was her dog she's had since she was ten. "HOW IS HE DYING? ITS ONLY BEEN 7 YEARS!" She cried. Luckily no one heard her. She crawled in to the bush in a ball and cried. She didn't sleep. Just cried. And cried. And cried...
