Chapter Two

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"They're here." Mom repeats like a gang is running around outside our front yard. Then again- I just moved here.

"Go outside, hurry c'mon."

Once me and mom and outside, we witness crowds of people hurdling around something. Something interesting.

"She's been shot!" One man calls out.

"She's dead!" Another yells.

My mind is filled with so many questions. Who's dead? Who killed her? Who was after her? It's all so confusing.

News reports rush to the scene. I'm still standing here in bitter shock.

I'm too scared to even take one more step towards the scene. What if I see the dead girl? Do I really wish to see that?

Who knew that in my first day in moving here, I'd find a mysterious posse group, a weird new school, and someone gets murdered. Then again, this is Brookeman Road.

"Oh my dear lord..." Mom presses her fingers against her bottom lip. Shivering constantly.
I then realize I'm shaking as well. Terrified by the scene placed in front of my eyes.

"Lets go back..let's go back inside.." She grabs me by my cardigan, and heads us back inside the house. I hadn't turn my head away from the incident. But as I'm entering through the door, I see four girls in black coats and white glasses.
Those must be the girls of Brookeman road.

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I groaned as I walked to my moms car to head to school. The sound of the engine made my head ache of dizziness.
After last night, mom had kept me up all night, mumbling about "oh we're next on the death list," and stuff about murder. I was scared of just hearing mom say we'll die. It was like she was giving up all hope left in her heart.

But honestly, I still don't know what we're running away from. What I'm scared of.

Mom rolled down her window as I opened the left car door. She poked her head out of the car, and breathed.
"Have you met those girls yet?" Mom asks in an raspy voice.

I think about how I met the fourth girl, the oddball of the girls. The oddball in the posse.
How she looked like, how she acted. Like she didn't care.

But I didn't tell mom that or she'll dive into suspicions.

"No." I simply answer as mom drives away from the girls.

I still stare at them, at her.
She doesn't look back until mom looks away.

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Short chapter, sorry.

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