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Prologe
As I walk slowly through the halls, I wonder how this happened to me. How I got here. How my life was ruined. How my whole world fell apart.
Chapter one
My name is Madeline. I am 18 in 12th grade at Bunker High, home of the Billy Goats. A while ago, my life took a turn for the worst.
It all started about 2 weeks ago. But before I can get to that exact moment, I have to start about a month before that.
The day started out like any other Friday in the month of October. I Woke up to my alarm, got ready, and went to school.
The day (being a Friday) seemed to drag on forever. When I finally got home, I threw my bookbag down and went to my room thinking about what the boy I liked, Ryan,had said to me that day. I should have noticed that something was wrong right away, but I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice 'till later that I was alone in my home. No mom. No dad. Nether my younger sister (Elixabeth, 7) or my younger brother (Henry, 12) were home either.
I understood my sister and brother not being here. Every Friday, Elizabeth has a sleepover, usually at someone else's house. Henry has lacrosse practice every day after school 'till 5. So that was the first thing that came to my mind when I noticed that the music in my sisters room was not on and the TV was not on in Henry's.
My dad worked at an office, so i thought he was still at work.
My mom's the one that made me, umm, uncomfortable. She is a police officer that works the night-shift so her absence during the day is unusual. She has only been called in once before, and she was home before I got home from school that day. Plus, today she didn't even leave a note.
When I got home on this friday in october, I thought 'she probably forgot to leave one because she was in a rush'.
That wasn't the case.
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Around 7 o'clock, I started to get worried because no one was home or had called yet. So, I called my dad. He didn't answer. I called my mom. She didn't answer.I called my brother. He didn't answer. I called my sister but she had left her phone at home so it rang in her room.
Scared and alone, I went downstairs and turned on all the lights. Then I turned them all on upstairs too. I turned on the TV downstairs so loud I couldnt hear myself think.
That was good.This way I couldn't hear all the bad things my over-scared mind was saying happened.
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I must have stayed up intill 3 in the morning but fell asleep sometime after that. When I woke around 12 pm, still no one was here.
I looked at my phone and saw that I had a missed call from my dad. I called him back right away.
The news I recived wasn't good.