90 Miles

In a small town practically in the middle of nowhere, there's an old gas station - the kind that still has the old gas pumps. In the front, next to the machines where you can buy ancient candy for a quarter, there's two posters for missing children. The pieces of paper are getting old and yellowed, and dust is collecting; but you can still see the printed photographs. There's a smiling light haired girl - the poster says she was 16 when she disappeared. She had just gotten her drivers license. The other poster has a picture of a dark haired girl with a serious expression - she was 17. They - the police - said the girls had just ran away; they said they'd turn up eventually. But no one knew what actually happened that night that they disappeared. How do I know all this, you ask? Well, that's because I'm one of those girls. My name is Jackson, Emma Jackson. And by the end, you'll know the truth.