Lost Kids (a.i.)

seventeen

Excuse me, can I have some help? I'm looking for stuff on ghosts.

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LUKE'S POV:

My thoughts pondered my mind all night. It hurt to know that we were going to go on tour and leave Wendy here all by herself. I knew she wasn't good with being alone. I had to find a way to free her from the prison she would live in.

That's how I ended up walking to the city library at one am. I had jumped out of bed and started m&g hike down the road to town center. It took me at least thirty minutes to reach my destination, I found the map and located the library. I was in Hugh luck when I say it was open twenty four hours a day. If it wasn't my trip down here would be pointless.

When I entered the very large building, the librarian gave me a strange look, who wouldn't though. I was wearing train patterned pajamas and I was a teenager coming to the library at nearly two am. Making me way to the paranormal section, I began my search.

Every so often the old lady behind the desk would walk over to me and ask if I needed help out of concern. I could only reply with a simple "no, ma'ma." There was no way in the world I could tell her what I was looking for.

At four am, she came over again and asked.

"No, ma'ma. I think I've got it. Thank you though."

"It seems if you haven't found anything yet, I suggest you check the fantasy section next. It may be untrue stories, but they can be more helpful than you think." She adds before shuffling back to her desk.

I flipped through the last book anxiously hoping it had information. Nothing, once again was found. I put the book back on the shelf and sighed. Trudging over to the fantasy section I give up. There's at least thirty thousand books. I only had an hour left. If the boys find out I'm gone I'll be dead. I'm like the baby of the band and they never let me out of there sight.

"Excuse me, can I have some help? I'm looking for stuff on ghosts." I turn toward the lady.

"I'd though you'd never ask." She smiles. Rushing over to the shelfs she pulls out every book that at least mentions the word ghost in it. I fly through them as she collects more. I should have done this so much sooner. Maybe is finally find a way to free Wendy.

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WENDY'S POV:

I anxiously paced the wooden floors of the house. Earlier in the night I was nervously cleaning, a habit I had to distract myself from what really went on. I had heard some noises and his, weakness.

At two forty seven I checked the boys rooms for laundry and if course Luke wasn't there.

It was nearly six fifty and there was still no sign of the young boy. I didn't notify the others because I was scared. I wanted to go out and search for him, but I couldn't.

Suddenly, the front door began to jiggle and my breath hitched. I whip my head and wave my hand, unlocking the door. Thankfully the tall blonde boy walks through.

"Luke!" I nearly shout, running to him quickly. A few books were tucked under his arms and his eyes had horrible bags.

"Sorry to scare you." He apologizes immediately, "I had to run an errand. Thanks for not waking the boys, they would kill me!"

"You went to the library?" I try catching a glance at the books bound in his arms.

"Yeah, it took me all night to find theses. Must've read a billion book!" He chuckles and walks into the den, placing the book on the coffee table.

"Why?"

"Why not?" The Australian shrugs.

"No really, why if you need these books so badly?"

"I'm going to help you. I'm gonna free you from this house." He states confidently.

"Luke, it's not possible." I groan, letting my hair I front of my eyes.

"Oh but Wendy Jefferson, it will." A grin forming on his face.

{so yeah! I have an awesome twist for this book and I'm so excited for it to come!!!!!!!! I should be studying for finals but I'm lying in bed, writing this and listening to Bea Miller, what's new.

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