Chapter Three: Nervous Guts
8:32
Too early. . . but might as well get up anyway. I slid out of bed and went to my desk to boot up my computer. As I waited for it to load, I flipped open my phone and checked my messages. Nothing. I sighed and sent Jane a quick text. I heard a knock on my door.
"Ashley are you getting ready? We have lots to do today." I heard my mom say.
"Yes, I'll been out in a few."
I groaned. I hated it whenever I was stuck doing something with my parents, mostly because it was always boring and un-fun. Is that even a word? Un-fun? Eh, whatever.
After getting dressed, the drag of the day began. I'll spare you the extremely boring details, but I will say that as the day progressed I was getting more and more worried about Jane. I had to of texted her several times throughout the day, each one sounding more panicked than the last.
During the party at Ms. Poker's house, I had turned on the TV in the spare bedroom. Almost instantly, my nervous worrying suddenly turned to fear. By chance the TV was already turned to the news and the top story had made my stomach drop.
The Docks. It looked like a huge warzone. I only had one thought on my mind.
Oh my god, Jane!
By the time it took the remote to hit the floor, I had bolted from the room and out the front door, grabbing the Poker kid's bike from the yard and peddling as fast as I could to the docks. I could hear my mom yelling after me but I didn't dare slow down or look back. I knew and planned to explain myself after knowing my best friend was safe.
