I cried so hard that night, I didn't go home, I sat beside my house and waited until morning. I walked in that morning and my dad asked me how the sleepover was and I was just ready to break down crying. "It was good." I went up to my room and lay on my bed and I just cried. I cried so so so much into my pillow. I think I drifted off but at two thirty my father came up to my room and knocked on the door. "Yes?" I said

He walked in "Y/N," he said as I sat up and nodded. "Do you know a boy called Vance Hopper?" He asked. My heart ached but I said yes.

"Oh Y/N.. I just got a call.. he's missing.."

I felt my face going pale "Oh.." I said and he walked out. I remembered last night and I was so said that would be me and Vances possible last moment together and a looming amount of sadness came over me.

I cried and I prayed he would be OK. I prayed to God to let me have a dream tonight to help find him faster and hopefully unhurt. I don't know how I'm going to wake up on Monday and just go on in to school. This was all just going to shit.

I went downstairs and watched TV with Finney until it was dark out. I went up to bed and thanks be to God I had one of my dreams..

(Forgive me for the last chapter the ending will make up for it