The Missed Case

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     About a year ago, my best friend, Julia Leonsman started to become addicted to Pizza Palooza. She would play it on the bus, at lunch, even in class! She was willing to do anything to play. One night, we were FaceTiming, and I heard the home phone ring. She said she had to go talk to someone, and hung up.
     She went missing the next morning.
     I, of course, was the first to be questioned about Julia, being the second to last to talk to her. Or at least I think so. I try to brush it off my mind as I tug on my tennis shoes.
     "Time for school honey!" My mom shouts, oblivious to the fact I'm right behind her.
     I give her the look, even though she can't see it. I sigh, tap her on the shoulder, and smile. She turns around abruptly, like she was meditating or some crap.
     "I'm going to school." I replied in monotone, swinging myself out the door, as if I were Mary Poppins.
     Bye mom.

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