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Ongoing, First published Apr 15, 2015
"Cassie Patterson, age 17, was last seen at her local fair with friends after she stated she was going to grab a quick drink. She was wearing a blue romper and black sandals. If you have any-" The television was cut off, followed by a faint laugh. "Emily," she chirped, "you shouldn't be watching that. Instead, how about you help me in the kitchen? I could use your help." Looking up at her through my lashes, my blood boiled as my heart raced in my chest. Inside, I was throwing a ragging fit, using the lamp to render her unconscious, and racing out the front door. But I knew I couldn't. She would have me pinned to the floor in an instant. I gave a simple nodded, picking at my shirt sleeve. She smiled, turned, and walked out the room. Once she was a safe distance, I let out a breath I never realized I was holding. "My name's Cassie, not Emily." ** At her local fair, Cassie gets whisked away by a father and mother looking to repair their broken family. How long can she make it?All Rights Reserved
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