Georgie may have been a chipper girl for most of the day, but the first ten minutes of the morning were always cruel to her. The morning started the same as it always did, with obnoxious music blaring from her alarm. Georgie was usually able to sleep in for a few extra minutes, since she was relatively close to her school. In fact, many students of Aria Bay’s university stayed at the building as well, since the apartments she stayed in were relatively close to the school, and dirt-cheap. Somehow, the groggy young girl managed to drag herself out of her bed and squirm into a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Her hair, however, remained untouched in all its poofy, tangled glory. 

The University was walking distance, although some students seemed to prefer to drive there to get there quicker. Georgie, however, quite enjoyed the walk to campus, and ever since school started she always made the same route. The familiarity of all the buildings she saw on the way, like that old beat-up house with unusual lawn ornaments, the chain-gas station, and even the faded street signs made Georgie feel warm, like she was greeted by old friends every time she walked past them. Maybe a weird analogy, but it was how she felt. 

This time, however, there was something different about her trip to school. A lone poster taped flimsily at her eye-level on a telephone pole stuck out today. Not that doing that was a unique thing- as sad as it was, it was common to see posters for missing pets, and although they always tugged at Georgie's heartstrings, she never did more than keep an eye out for them. People, however, were different. There was a morbid fascination that came with looking at missing people. Where looking at missing pets made her feel sad, looking at missing peoples cases made her excited; thrilled, even. Knowing her twisted view made her feel a little guilty, but she decided to read the poster anyway. 



[hider=Missing Poster]
HAVE YOU SEEN ME? 

SCOTT JONATHON

LAST SEEN: OCTOBER 5TH, 2015

IF YOU HAVE SEEN THIS PERSON, PLEASE CALL 610-873-334

[/hider]

Perhaps most interesting was the photo, a sulky looking guy with unremarkable features other than the fact he was enthusiastically flipping the bird in the photo. The boy seemed smug as he sneered at the camera. 
" Huh," she mused out loud. Whoever that guy was, he didn't look the victim one usually pictured being kidnapped or missing or whatever. She whistled softly as she plucked the poster from the pole, stuffing it into her bag as she carried on her merry way. It didn’t take long to arrive at the University, and as she arrived she felt a rush of glee. Today, she would take things easy in class, maybe do something fun, relax, and- 

Suddenly, she yelped as someone shoved her out of his way. The girl easily lost her balance from the push, and went tumbling to the cement ground. Several books and another bag went soaring from her arms as she fell, but luckily she scrambled to get them before anyone stepped on them. Before Georgie could scold the rude stranger, he had already pushed and shoved his way past her. She pouted as she watched a bead of blood collect on her knee. 

" Owww..." she whined, wiping the tiny spot of blood off her knee.