I found myself on the cold hard floor again, as i wiped my face with my sleeve i noticed a line of blood,
"Damm!" i exclamed, "He beat me again" as much as i hate it here it is becoming like a home to me, It's all I've seen for the past months....Or weeks.....Years? I don't remember anymore
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As the day went on Max, Holly and i got increasing worried about Sam it had been 2 days since anyone had seen him. Max had decided that we should go over to his house to try and help find Sam, They had been to the police, but they had just said to wait for him to come home.
3 Weeks had past and no sign of Sam, when someone is gone or missing you start to regret saying and doing things. The one thing I most regretted was that fact that Sam like me, I asked him often why and he always replied,
"Well where do i begin, I love you long curly red hair, I love you bright Greens eyes, I love your Rosie red lips (that always made me laugh), I love your freckles and i just love you"
Whenever he said this to me I would blush and go all shy, I knew that he loved me but he was 2 years older than me and I was most defiantly sure that my mother and farther would not approve of me dating him.....Well just yet anyway. If anyone asked me why i liked him i said,
"Well I'm a sucker for brown eyes and blond hair, and the fact that he's got muscles to spare might have something to do with it"
I knew I like him but I liked him even more now he was gone or even well i didn't want to think about the fact that he might be dead, nor did Max, Holly or his mother and farther.
About 3 months after his disappearance the police found a body of a 13 year old boy with blond hair and brown eyes, I knew that something was wrong when Max and i walked in the front and saw 2 police men sitting in the lounge...... I think that the death of Sam it Max the hardest because Sam was Max's closet and one and only friend. That night Max and myself cried our selves to sleep.
I just wish that it wasn't Sam, I now know that i loved him, and will for ever more......
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Roses Are Red
Teen FictionWhen Rosie McDonald was 11 nothing really happened to her or in the small town she lived in. When her brothers best friend goes missing no one know why or tries to find out, Rosie wants to find out but her search is cut short when something happens...