"Bella?? Bells? Where are you?" I rushed down the hallway. When Bella wasn't in our first period class the teacher had told me to take a hall pass and go look for her hoping I could find her because I was her sister.
"Bella??! Please Bells! Where are you????" I darted over to her locker 236 and began to spin the combo hoping to find a note laying on the top shelf since we share a locker. I pull open the metal door. Nope. Nothing in here besides books and... her backpack. Bella wouldn't just leave her backpack here if she went home so that must mean she's here, at school, hiding. I slammed the locker door shut and raced across the somber tile floor. I ran past a bathroom and some more lockers. Wait a minute! Did I just here sniffling? The bathroom! Bella's got to be in there, but the question is why. I turned around a scrambled over to the bathroom door. More sniffling. Someone's in there for sure. I pounded on the door. Nobody opened the door, but I had an idea.
"Open up!" I said in Mr. Leonard's (Bella's English teacher) gruff voice. Still the plain cream door remained closed. Hmmm. Oh I know! I pulled a brown bobby pin out of my locks of chocolate brown hair. Alright now If I can just remember how to pick a lock. I shimmied the lock. Rattle! Rattle! Went the bobby pin as I began the process of picking a lock.
Click! OMG! I actually picked a lock, I thought as I pushed the door open just a crack to see inside. A girl was sitting on the toilet, facing the wall straight ahead with her shoulders shaking, but this girl wasn't Bells. Realization slipped into my mind. The girl sitting on the toilet crying was not Bella, but was Riley Blasingham...
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