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Biana

Hiii peoples! So this is a POV in Biana's view for the first time. I thought I should change it up a little. It is mostly about backstories and all that. I hope that you guys will like it:)

Okay on with the story!!:D

Biana's POV

It has been three days. Three days of pure torture, while Sophie was missing.

I closed my eyes, hot tears slowly leaking out of the corners of them. I was sure that I looked like a complete mess. My hair was in a messy bun on my head, strands of my chocolaty brown bangs framing my face. My smooth, teal eyes were puffy and red, and my clothes were rumpled. But I couldn't bring myself to care. I stared forward, looking at the same spot that I normally did for the last three days.

Sophie's bed.

It was ruffled and empty, not in Sophie's neat, I-want-it-to-be-perfect kind of way. I swallowed back more tears as I sat there, the picture of Sophie taking place in my head. Her blonde hair, straight and glossy, her sparkling brown eyes, and her small smiles.

I tried to hold my tears back, but it was in vain because a second later they flowed down my cheeks, making my eyesight blurry. I missed her so much. Suddenly there was a knock on my door and I immediately straightened.

'Who would knock at one in the morning?' I cautiously thought. A whisper in the back of my mind told me that it might be the same people that took Sophie. With that warning in mind, I crept up toward the door. The room didn't have windows in the front to see who was outside so I grabbed the first thing that I could find and gently opened the door, it squeaking softly. I peered around it to see the first person I would have never guessed to be at my door, past midnight.

Mr. Gonzalez.

I looked at him, complete shock written on my face. He smiled at me grimly, his brown eyes flashing.

"Ms. Vacker, I recommend putting that lamp down before you knock anyone's eyes out."

I flushed red, suddenly realizing that the thing I held in my hand was an old-fashioned lamp with a pointy top. I carefully placed it on the floor next to me and looked up at Mr. Gonzalez.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, complete confusion in my words. Why was my math teacher at my door at one in the morning.

He glanced at me, something indescribable coating his eyes. I stared at him closer and realized it was grief. What had happened?

Mr. Gonzalez suddenly stood straight, the grief vanishing from his eyes. "Ms. Vacker, things are going on that you might not know. And it is going to make zero sense. But," He paused. "We can save Sophie."

We can save Sophie. He could save Sophie. The words echoed in my mind.

I shook my head slowly. "What in the world do you mean? You are my math teacher!" I said, my tone confused. But then I paused. "What can you do?"

"May we come in?" Mr. Gonzalez asked, gesturing to my room.

Wait- we? I looked behind him and I saw them. Two boys. I immediately surveyed them, my party girl senses kicking in. The first boy had a tool belt around his waist and was holding a camera, thankfully not snapping pictures of my room. He had strawberry blond hair, and unique periwinkle eyes. He saw me looking at him, and he gave me a smile, flashing his dimples.

"Hey, I'm Dex. Dex Dizznee." He said.

I gave him a small smile, my teal eyes gleaming. "Biana Vacker." I said in my smoothest voice.