A/N I forgot to add that this story is a make off of an original story I wrote. And I think one of my sub-plots are like a story in here, but I'm not sure. So sorry if a tiny portion of my story sounds the same as something, but I don't think it will. But just in case.

Landon Carter pulled up to the simple two-story house, honking the horn. He couldn't believe he was actually going out on a date with Jamie Sullivan. He saw the curtain move a bit then the door opened, revealing Jamie. 'Oh...my...god,' breathed Landon, 'That dress...'
'Oh my god,' thought Jamie. 'What am I getting myself into?' She walked slowly, to prolong the time, but in Landon's eyes she was trying to lure him in. 'She likes me!' he thought excitedly, getting out to open the door for her. "Jamie," he said, "You look...Amazing." Jamie smiled, but not sincerely. But he didn't notice. He was on cloud number nine.
He hopped in and drove to the Grind.

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Jamie walked in, slightly ahead of him. 'This was a bad idea, a bad idea,' she thought, worrying. She saw Jake out of the corner of her eye and turned away. She turned away to see a group of cheerleaders. 'Why are they here? They NEVER come here. Great, there goes my reputation!' Jake started to get up. 'Please don't come here! Please don't come here!' she prayed silently. Jake walked up to her, cutting in front of Landon.
"Hi," he said, his shining brown eyes looking down to her chest. She was instantly peeved. She should have never tried to get him back.
"What do you want?" she asked sharply.
"Woah, woah, let's not get touchy," he said, touching her arm. She hit it off.
"Don't touch me," she said with and acid tounge. Landon stepped up behind her. "Jamie..."
"Is this your new boy? So you got a down-grade?" he laughed loudly so that everybody looked up.
"Jamie! Hi! Come over here!" called out Stacy, one of her fellow cheerleaders. She shook her head and looked back over to Jake.
"Why don't you just leave me alone. I don't like you anymore." The words make Jake angry.
"This won't be over Jamie."
"Believe me Jake, it's over. Sorry, Landon, I'm gonna go."
"Do you want a ride? I mean, I can-"
"No thank you," she interrupted. "I'll catch a cab or something." She felt like running. She was on the track team, and it was the one thing she enjoyed. It was also how she stayed so thin, or at least that's what her dad said. She walked out and then started to run. She had gotten only half a block when she couldn't go any further. "Damn ankle two inch heels," she muttered, sitting on a bench and taking them off and tying the straps together. She thrust the pair onto her shoulder and ran. She just ran, and thought. Why had she been so stupid? Of course Jake was sweet to her when they were going out, he had just wanted to use her.
He had just wanted to use her.

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Jamie jiggled the handle to find it was unlocked. Her father must be home. She walked in and threw the shoes on the floor. Her tights had large holes on the bottom, and she had blisters from running barefoot on cement.
"Dad?" she called out, her voice echoing slightly up the stairs.
"In the kitchen," he called back. She went in to find him in the fridge, bread already on the counter. He lifted his head out of the fridge and closed it. "Hun, we need to talk."
'This doesn't sound good,' she thought, sitting down in the rickety brown chair. "What's up dad?"
The reverend shifted his weight from his left to his right foot. He finally sat down and began to speak, leaning far over the table toward Jamie. "Jamie, I – I don't know how to say this," he said, his loud voice filling the small kitchen. "Well, Hallie's missing."
"Hallie," she softly
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry!" screamed Jamie. The phone rang but no one moved to get it. "I'm sorry, you say! My very best friend is missing!" She ran up the stairs, not bothering to look down. She flipped on the T.V in tears.
"Today, in local news," the reporter said, "This teen you see in the picture is missing and presumed to be dead. Her name is Hallie Collins, a senior at Beaufort High. She was an avid swimmer and was a member of the Pep club. If you have seen her or know anything about this case, you are asked to contact the Beaufort Police Department at 555-5267.
"And in other news-." Jamie shut off the T.V. 'Presumed to be dead?' she thought, sinking into a whole new round of tears. She heard the garage door open, and knew her dad was leaving to visit mom in the cemetary. He did that whenever he was upset. The phone rang and Jamie wished it would stop, but composed herself and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jamie. It's Landon." Jamie let out an irritated sigh.
"Hm?"
"I just wanted to know why you wouldn't let me drive you home last night."
"I wanted to get away from Jake."
"What does that have to do with me taking you home? Or I could have taken you somewhere else to hang out or something."
"Um, well I-." Landon let out his breath.
"I know," he said sullenly.
"Know what?" she asked, confused. Does he know about Hallie too?
"I know you used me. To get Jake to notice you. You weren't serious." Jamie felt guilty and lied.
"No, no, that's not it. I, um, just needed some alone time."
"So do you want to try again?" Now she couldn't really say no, could she?
"Uh, sure."
"Great!" Landon smiled. "How about ei-."
"Landon, I can't really go out anytime soon."
He was disappointed, and looked at his shoes. "Oh really? Grounded or something?"
"No. My best friend Hallie is missing."
"Oh my god, oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, wel-."
"It's okay, really, how could you have?" 'Unless you have watched the news,' she added silently. "Call me, uh, soon, I guess. But I really have to go now."
"Okay. Take care." Soon there was a dial tone, and Jamie looked over to her desk. A picture of her and Hallie as large as a computer screen sat on it. This started a whole new round of tears.

'She was kind of fragile And she had a lot to grapple with But basically she kept It all inside

Childlike and effervescent With a well of pain The depth of I could not imagine If I tried

Never thought that I would hear them say Twister went and threw it all away

She was kind of magical Her laughter sent you casually Floating through a moment of release

Dear god, it's all so tragic And I'll never have the chance To feel closure That I ultimately need No, I never dreamed That there would come a time Twister'd go and leave it all behind

Lord I pray she's found some peace And her soul's somewhere at ease

Yeah I'm feeling kind of fragile And I've got a lot to handle...'

A/N I would have put the last 2 lines of the song, but they didn't fit. HEHE. This was "Twister" by Mariah Carey. Hope you like this story.