The phone let out an annoying buzz. Nancy had gotten to the case of ringing the Holland's fairly quickly after noticing her absence, and the drunken worry was kicking in. Crossing her arms, she waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello, Marsha Holland speaking."
Nancy took a deep breath.
"Hey, Mrs Holland, it's Nancy."
"Oh hello dear, is everything alright?"
"Yeah thanks, everything's fine. I was just calling to ask if Barbara was on her way back yet?"
"On her way back from where?"
Wheeler bit the inside of her lip, cursing slightly under her breath.
"Uh, she forgot her jacket so was just heading back home to pick it up. Have you not seen her?"
There was a pause on either end.
"No, I must've missed her."
"Right, okay, thank you, Mrs Holland-"
"Let me know when she gets back, okay?"
The girl nodded in the hallway, clenching her jaw and gritting her teeth. She needed to avoid the worry. With a kick to the wall, Nancy put on a fake demeanour. "Oh, actually Mrs Holland, I think that's her now- oh yes, it is. Right, I'd better be going, thank you again!"
Wheeler put the phone down before Marsha could fit in another word. Barbara hadn't returned, and if she wasn't at her house either, then she must be on her way. That was the only reasonable explanation.
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FanfictionA child at the age of fifteen shouldn't be worrying herself over such things, knowing that they could do no harm, but Barbara Holland enjoyed it. She loved the unknown, just as much as she feared it, and it was almost routine at this point in her li...
