I ran around, searching for it frantically, my eyes tightening.“Matt, what are you doing?” asked Lara as she caught up with me.“I left my car in...the sand. I can’t find it!” I cried, fighting back the inevitable tears.“Don’t worry, I’ll help you look for it,” she said cheerily, as she started searching the area.I couldn’t believe it. All because of that stupid plane. I was digging up everything white, with great hope, only to find it was just a shell or a pebble. Finally, I sat down and. It was snow whiteand had lots of lace trim. A feminine masterpiece, he thought tohimself. He picked the three biggest potatoes and started them inthe oven. He looked at the steaks in the refrigerator and saw Sarahhad gotten T-Bones. They looked good. He prepared his best saladwith lettuce torn not cut and grated carrots. He mixed his famousdressing for the salads. He then went out and started the grill.The steaks would take about ten minutes. He knew he was a master atgrilling steaks. He went. Chloe: Oh this is not good.Me: Why? She’s your best friend. She should be happy for you.Chloe: She is. You’re right. I can trust her.Me: We both can trust her to keep this between us.Chloe: I’ll talk to her about it back in the room.Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea, maybe you should just let her talk if she has something to say.Chloe: You’re right. Again!We were walking past the basketball court. The teacher was waiting for us.Teacher: Just the person I was looking for.Me: Me?Teacher: Yes,. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait!" Said Kimiko in a more husky voice, before she hanging up the phone and heading upstairs. Once on the second floor, she went past her own bedroom and into the last room in the hallway. She entered the dark room, flicked the lights back to life and closed the sliding door behind her.The room lacked anything that indicated who the occupant of the room was. It was tidy and typical, except for some unique additions. The bookshelf was devoid of any books, instead.