Vanessa sighed and shut down the computer. It was one in the morning and she had gotten tired of giving the finger to snipers on Battlefield. She got up and shuffled to her room, put a shirt over the current one and took off her pants. replacing them with thick flannel pajama pants.
She heard a scuffle at the front door.
Her heart raced, and so did her thoughts.
I wonder who that is. It could be anyone. But my whole family is asleep. then who could it be at 1am? One of my friends? No, unless they were having some massive trouble at home.. but none of them live near here oh god, what if it's a home invasion, just waiting for me to open the door so they can shoot me in the head!
She tried to compose herself Deep breaths Vanessa, It won't be anything like that.
She crept slowly out of her room. The space between her and her front door seeming to stretch for miles. She inch slowly, walking heel to toe. The floorboards creaked on her next step and her heart jumped into her throat, she clamped her hands to her mouth, it was all she could do to stop herself shouting in alarm.
Then she realised how silly she was being and walked over to the door and pulled it open. It was never locked.
She gasped.
Standing at the door was a 17 year old boy named Nathaniel Crowe, He had dark hair and even darker darting eyes. She had never met him before in her life, but, in the past few weeks she had seen him in almost every shop, or building in town she had gone into.
He was the boy from all the missing posters.
She heard a scuffle at the front door.
Her heart raced, and so did her thoughts.
I wonder who that is. It could be anyone. But my whole family is asleep. then who could it be at 1am? One of my friends? No, unless they were having some massive trouble at home.. but none of them live near here oh god, what if it's a home invasion, just waiting for me to open the door so they can shoot me in the head!
She tried to compose herself Deep breaths Vanessa, It won't be anything like that.
She crept slowly out of her room. The space between her and her front door seeming to stretch for miles. She inch slowly, walking heel to toe. The floorboards creaked on her next step and her heart jumped into her throat, she clamped her hands to her mouth, it was all she could do to stop herself shouting in alarm.
Then she realised how silly she was being and walked over to the door and pulled it open. It was never locked.
She gasped.
Standing at the door was a 17 year old boy named Nathaniel Crowe, He had dark hair and even darker darting eyes. She had never met him before in her life, but, in the past few weeks she had seen him in almost every shop, or building in town she had gone into.
He was the boy from all the missing posters.
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