Bad (or good) News
ANNIKAI tapped my fingers on the hard, wooden, school desk. Glancing at the calender, I noticed that it was Halloween. Strange. It feels like it was just September... "Annika." Well, I have been pretty busy with dance lately. But, the thing is, I wouldn't miss something major like Halloween. Well, I haven't missed it, not yet anyways. It's tonight, so I should think of a cool costume! I pulled out my sketchbook and began sketching my dream costume. "Annika." Ooh, I have some great ideas. I could be an evil angel, like, kinda like, maybe an angel gone wrong? Ooh, no, wait! A professional dancer. Yes. YES! That's TOTALLY ME! "Annika." I looked up, only to find my social studies teacher looking down at me. "Can you tell me where I can find Scandinavia on the map?" RIIING! Saved by the bell! I raced home. My parents were sitting at the kitchen counter, numb with fear. "What's wrong guys?" The just looked up at me. "Um, guys? Are you... Ok?" "Sit down." My father instructed. Oh no. Am I in trouble? "Something is terribly wrong," said my mother. "Julia is missing."
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