Literature
Come What May
It had been five days since the moon.
Her head dropped and thumped against the desk in her state of exhausted frustration. Where on Earth, or anywhere else for that matter, was she supposed to start looking? She needed some sort of strategy. But she couldnt think straight. Partially because she hadnt slept since the moon, except for fitful naps when she fell asleep during school. She didnt care about school, however; she only wanted to worry about finding him.
She was glad that he wasnt gone, more glad than she could say, but the frustration of trying to find him, and not knowing if he was hurt or in danger, was over