The Search

Lana has always felt abandoned and lonely. Her parents were never home and she only had one best friend.But Lana's world starts to turn upside down. When her cousins Jason and John comeback into her life. For the first time in forever she doesn't feel alone. But Jason and John's mom's boyfriend Darren wants them back home to live with him. Lana thinks the answer to their problems is a famous statue that belonged to the school. Only problem is that it's been missing for years. But soon find out there's way more to the mystery and danger than they expected. But how far will Lana go to ensure they'll stay with her or will she be abandoned yet again.


47. the key


Tiffany was lying on her back staring at the ceiling of her room. Her phone dinged on her nightstand. Tiffany slowly turned to her side to read it, it was from Jason.

It read  "Can you try to find the key? We found the statue but not the key it would probably be at victors house or your house. You're sister Britney killed Miranda she's working with Stephan. Stephan, Britney and Victor stole the statue"

She dropped her phone. She couldn't believe it. Her sister a murderer. But Jason wouldn't lie he had no reason to. Tiffany slowly got up. She slowly walked into the hallway. Her head was spinning as she turned the knob of Britney's door, it was unlocked as she slid inside. She  started opening draws and then searched through Britney's closet. She started ripping out the cloths from her sister closet. She finally got to the back of britneys closet  and an empty air vent was all that was left there.

Tiffany then had a crazy idea. She unscrewed the nails out of the vent and finally the metal screen fell off. Inside was an old wooden box. Tiffany's pulse was pounding. She opened the wooden lid. It was a music box as a beautiful soft song began to flow out. She began to feel dizzy as she reached inside the box and pulled out the necklace as it gleamed in the light.

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