~LOST~

"I've got it! I've got it! I finally got it!!" I took the time to give myself a little nice pat on the back. Suddenly there was a loud scream coming from the house. It was him. "I'm coming after you! You little brat!" he screamed. I ran as fast as i could. I sprinted outside and across the field while panically searching for a safe place to hide. Finally i spotted a hedge that separated two houses nearby. Hopefully he wouldn't find me. I found a way to snuggle myself in between the large bush and stuffed the objects I stole into my large jacket pocket....




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~~Shout out to Maggi <3 for making the trailer to this movella.~~

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1. ~The beginning~

"I've got it! I've got it! I finally got it!!"

I took the time to give myself a little nice pat on the back. Suddenly there was a loud scream coming from the house. It was him.

"I'm coming after you! You little brat!" he screamed.

I ran as fast as I could. I sprinted outside and across the field while searching for a safe place to hide. Finally I spotted a hedge that separated two houses nearby. Hopefully he wouldn't find me here. I found a way to snuggle myself in between the large bush and stuffed the objects I stole into my large jacket pocket.

"He will never find me.", I thought to myself, "He probably couldn't even see where I was going."
Little did I know, I soon feel red and heated up hands, probably from being clenched so hard, grab my arm and pull me out of the hedge. I knew I was in trouble. I look up to see red-faced Zayn staring at me with his hair jumbled, knotted, and sticky. I couldn't help myself but to laugh a bit--or a lot.
"WHY IS THIS FUNNY TO YOU!!", he screamed to the top of his lungs, "WHERE IS MY HAIR GEL AND COMB!!"
"I don't know,", I replied innocently, "but this is what I want to know, what's wrong with your hair zany? It seems to be a bit more sticky than usual."

Soon enough I bursted into laughter. I couldn't help it. This was way to funny. I quickly grabbed my phone out of my pocket and took a quick picture of my successful prank. Zayn got angrier and demanded that I deleted the picture. I refused and took off running. He tried to grab me, but missed and ended up tumbling into the hedge. I laughed and laughed until I couldn't breathe and eventually fell to the ground. Zayn got up and walked over to me. He got a hold of my phone and scrolled down through all of my pictures until he found his embarrassing hair crisis photo.

"Haha now look who has the last laugh!" He said as he tried to figure out how to delete photos on my antique phone, "I'm gonna delete it!"
"Well someone's in a grumpy mood today." I say with a smirk on my face.
Then he mocked me under his breathe.

"What's wrong with your phone? Why can't I delete this?"
"I protected it so no one will be able to delete it except for me. Are you finished?"
"JAY YOU UNLOCK THIS PHOTO RIGHT NOW!!" he screams
"Why?"
"BECAUSE ITS EMBARASSING!!" he says in a more annoyed tone.
"Then you shouldn't have put honey in your hair."
HOW WAS I SUPPOSSED TO KNOW THAT YOU REPLACED MY HAIR GEL WITH HONEY AND STOLE MY COMB!! JAY PLEASE!!
"Fine. Fine. I'll delete it as long as you agree to let me put it in our photo album."
"Okay." he said calming down.
Zayn and I keep or should I say used to keep a little photo album of moments we have had together. He has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Actually more like a brother, the best one in the whole world. Our great times together were in our photo album. Those memories I will always keep by my heart. Zayn was the only person who called me Jay. Everyone else either call me by my full name (Jordyn) or JoJo. That day of the prank was the last photo we've taken. I remember it like it were yesterday because it was the last time I have ever seen him before he disappeared three years back. It was a devastating day for everyone. We were all about to get to bed when we get a call from Zayn's parents call, telling us the bad news that he is missing. His frightened, panicked, and heartbroken parents searched for him nonstop along with ourselves, police, and other neighbors, but he was nowhere to be seen. After a year, he was claimed to be dead and his funeral took place the day after. He died at only fourteen and now I'm seventeen and still no sign of Zayn. I put the album away remembering him, his smile, his quirkiness, everything, and I fall asleep.

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