Chapter 3

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Cassie's P. O. V.

Like I thought it would the day dragged by it's only lunch but it feels like today should've already been over.

"Did you hear tomorrow the police are coming to question students? " My friend, Stormy asked. "I heard. " I sighed. "I wish he was here. " I said with clear sadness in my voice.  "Me too. But they're gonna find him. " "Hopefully."

I took another bite of my sandwich that my dad packed me. I threw my trash away and the bell rang, I grabbed my backpack. I went to English class. I sat down at an empty desk putting my stuff beside me ready for the day to end.

Corbyn's P. O. V.

What does she want from me. I thought to myself. She walked out probably to check for police. I looked around the empty room to check for an escape, like I thought, empty. There was no escape.

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