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As soon as I entered to Jake’s bedroom, carrying a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice, I realized something was wrong.
As soon as I saw the room, I froze, dropping the plate and glass, which shattered on the floor. The room was empty, and the window had been smashed open, glass lying on the floor. What the…
I tried not to panic, and attempted as hard as I could to remain calm. My mind flooded with questions. How hadn't I heard the window shattering? What should I do? Where the hell was Jake? I quickly raced out of the bedroom, and through the front door. Leaving the farmhouse, I sprinted into the driveway, and looked around. There was no one in sight, and there were no tire tracks in the mud. I glanced around desperately. The barn was still locked, the grassy fields that stretched on for miles were empty except for a few cows.
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The woods! I turned to the left, seeing the thick woods in front of me. Without hesitation I sprinted into the trees.
I quickly embraced him, squeezing him tightly so to never let him go. He sobbed into my shoulder pitifully, as I tried to calm him down.
I carried Jake back towards the house as he let out another flood of tears.
Jake let out another sniffle, but I hushed him. I’d have to move his stuff down to the basement, and get bars for the windows and a lock for the door, but that would be only an hour’s work at the most. And then, I’d have the whole day to play with my new buddy.
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