She never told me where she was going. It's been an hour already. She should have been back by now!
I called her phone but she didn't pick up. I called Bella but her phone went straight to voicemail.
"Dang it!" Another hour goes by and I consider calling the police.
"I'd like to report a missing girl her name is Miley Hayes..."
I can't lose her too. God knows what I'd do if something happened to her.
"Miley!" I desperately look in every crowd yelling her name.
"Jared!" I immediately turn around hoping it was Miley who called out to me. Unfortunately it was Bella.
"Is Miley not with you? Have you seen her?"
"I've been trying to get a hold of her but nothing's coming through. I got the police involved but they haven't got a lead at all. Dang it! Where the heck could she be?! Unless...there was one thing I didn't tell her about Tyler."
"What did you not tell her?" I pause.
"Crap." There's a chance she could be with him.
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Our Way Home
Ficção AdolescenteWhat is "home" to you? Home to 16-year-old Miley is a house full of 10 crazy siblings. 5 boys and 5 girls. One word to describe her life was chaotic. I mean that's she thought at least. Not to mention that her tormentor in middle school tries to fix...
