May 27, 2013

It was Monday, and we had finally gotten rid of that torture machine three days ago. We did the project, got a good grade, and now we're done with it. Thank god.

In fourth period, I was sitting beside Michael. The teacher was writing something on the board. I just had to wear a skirt today, and Michael really liked it. He placed his hand on my thigh, his hand traveling up my skirt. His hand made its way closer to the part of my thigh that was on the chair. He slipped his hand underneath my underwear, grabbing my ass. He pulled his hand from underneath my underwear and just rested it on the top of my thigh. His hand slowly creeped up my thigh once again until Michael began to play with the front of my underwear.

"May I go to the bathroom!" I blurted out, loudly.

"Excuse me?" The teacher turned around and looked at me.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I asked.

"Next time, Miss Edwards, raise your hand. Go," she ordered. I nodded and winked at Michael. He got the hint.

After I left, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. Michael must've asked soon after, because I heard him running up behind me.

"What was that about?" He whispered in my ear, "do you want me that bad?"

I turned towards him, "you know what that was about."

We both walked into the girl's bathroom. I heard noise in there. Dammit. I pushed Michael into a stall before I watched a younger girl come out of another stall. She smiled at me as I walked into the stall Michael was in. Hopefully she didn't see him.

"That was close," he whispered. I nodded, getting closer to him.

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Later that night, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. I scribbled, "I'll be back soon -Bree:)" before leaving.

*Michael's POV*

That night, I texted Bree, but never got an answer. She always responded to my texts, no matter what. Is she ignoring me? I don't think I could've done anything to make her mad. Maybe she was just doing something with her family. That's the only time she doesn't respond to my texts. But she always tells me she's going to be doing something with her family if she is. This was weird.

"Bree?" I texted.

"where are you?"

I tried calling. No answer. Another time. No answer. What the heck? I called Sam.

"Hey Sam," I said into my phone.

"Hey Michael. What's up?" She asked.

"I was wondering if you knew where Bree was? Would she be at your house?"

"No, she's not here. She hasn't texted me anything either."

"Okay. But can you tell me if she does say anything to you?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, bye."

I tried calling Bree's mum. She picked up soon after, and she sounded panicked. I was worried.

"Anna, what's going on?" I asked her.

"Bree left a note saying she'd be back soon."

"What's bad about that?"

"She's been gone for over three and a half hours," Anna specified.

"Oh my god.. What do you think she's doing?"

"I don't know. I thought she was at your house at first, but she would've just come out and said, 'I'm going to Michael's' in the note."

"Yeah. I don't know where she is. I called Sam. She's not there. I've tried calling her and texting her, but I haven't gotten answers."

"I don't know what is going on."

"Has she ever been gone that long without telling you where she is before?"

"No. She's never done this. Usually, when she's gone this long, she's at your house or Sam's house. I don't know where else she'd go," she sniffled a few times.

"Anna, it's alright. Calm down. She'll be okay. Maybe she just has her phone turned off, okay? She'll be fine. Maybe she's just mad and she left. She'll come back when she's calmer. I don't know. Just wait, and if she's not home after tomorrow night, then you can go around looking for her. We'll see if she comes to school tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you Michael."

"Thank you, Anna," I said goodbye and hung up. Where could she be?

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-Lizzie xx