Where Could She Be?

I slammed the phone down, and began panicking. Moments later, the phone rang. It was Joe.

“I just heard from Wesley. She’s lost.”

I sighed. “Oh great.”

“Yeah, and I think her phone died…”

“Well how are we supposed to figure out where she is?!” I screamed

“I don’t know! Don’t yell at me!” exclaimed Joe.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “Well, I’m going out looking for her.” I hung up the phone and went to grab my coat from the couch.

Oh Wes what have you gotten yourself into ?

“I’ll go with you,” I heard my mother say.

I turned and glared at her. “No, that’s okay. I know you’d rather have Wesley gone anyway. I’ll go myself.”

I stormed out the door, leaving the room in silence.

Now where could she be ?

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