Who wants to help me?

I'm in a crunch for time and was wondering if someone could quickly read over a short fictional story for me for grammatical errors etc? Thanks in advance!!

The Seeker

She was grasping at the soft wisps on the edge of a fading dream. She could feel the tendrils of whatever sensation the dream had made her feel slipping through her fingertips. She thought almost heard a voice sweetly calling her name. It was as faint as a whisper, and she rubbed her eyes and tried to concentrate. Then suddenly nothing remained but the buzzing behind her skull. The dream had just eluded her grasp, but she quickly forgot about it as she opened her eyes and reality rushed in with the early morning sunlight. She reached under her pillow and pulled out the still humming phone, terminating the silent alarm she had used; it was the alarm that had been the thief of her dream. She quickly flipped the phone open and was met by the joyful faces of two young sisters. Her own happy eyes stared back at her, and she quickly snapped the phone shut. She shoved the phone deep into the pockets of the worn jeans she had fallen asleep in. She looked at the cat clock mounted on the wall, and was mesmerized for a moment by its twitching eyes and tail, but as she registered the time, she snapped into action. 10 minutes had already passed since her alarm went off, and she began to frantically flit back and forth across her modest room, tossing things into a small backpack. She grabbed a handful of clothes and stuffed them all in. She opened up her closet and rooted around on the top shelf until she found the wad of bills she had stashed there. She had packed a marked up map, a notebook of destinations, and some snacks the night before, and she knew she was prepared, but the rush and adrenalin she felt caught her off guard, and left her feeling shaky. She heard a horn honk from down the street, and as she turned to quietly shut the door behind her, all her fears evaporated. She ran down the street and didn’t look back. She tossed her bag in the backseat of the dingy, old convertible and chirped her hello to the teenage boy in the front seat.

“What a lovely morning!” she cried out, overly cheery, as she hopped into the passenger seat. She popped open a bag of chips and put a CD into the player, offering the bag to the boy.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He peered over his sunglasses trying to gauge the validity of her reaction, as her greeting had felt so forced and brittle.

“I have to, I can’t spend the rest of my life wondering if there was something I could have done.”

“Fine then, lets go.” He reached over and clasped her hand in his as he began to pick up speed down her quiet street. He pretended he didn’t see the tears chasing each other down her cheeks.

As they turned toward the highway the girl thought about what would happen when her mother woke up in the house alone, to nothing but a note. She felt so guilty, and she promised herself she’d call later that day. She knew her mother would be hurt, but she would understand; she had known this day was near for a while. The girl wasn’t the first daughter who had disappeared while her mother slept.

She clutched the travel notebook to her chest. It had been her sister’s, and it was full of pictures and clippings from all the places she had always wanted to see. She opened the notebook to a random page and looked slyly at her friend.

“I guess Disneyworld is our first stop!”

She closed her eyes and laid the seat back, still gripping the book, and she drifted off in the morning sun. As she let her dreams envelope her she could again hear her sister calling out to her, begging to be found.