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Nate

I roll over, my arm landing on a cold empty sheet covered mattress. I sit up, wondering where Giselle is. I get up, throwing on a pair of sweats while I grab my phone. I text her, asking did she go home. I slip my phone in my pocket, before heading downstairs. I grab a bowl and the milk carton, picking my favorite cereal from the pantry. I decide to call Giselle, but no pick up.

I call again, still nothing. I go upstairs, grabbing one of my hoodies, before heading to Giselle's house. I knock on the door, being met with Giselle's dad.

"Hey, Nate, what're you doing here?" Giselle's dad questions, his eyebrow raised.

"I was looking for Giselle." Both his eyebrows raise in horror, while mine furrow in confusion. "She left when I was asleep, and she's not answering her phone." I continue.

Giselle's mom comes up, tears in her eyes.

"What's going on?" I ask, becoming nervous.

The tears that used to be in Giselle's mom's eyes fall on to her cheek.

"Giselle ran away."

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