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Heather's POV:

As I woke up, the sounds of deep voices and sobs filled my ears. I got up and grabbed a robe, slipping it over my body. I walked down the stairs to find 2 cops and my mother in the living room. Megan's father was on the couch, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"What happened?" I questioned.

"Megan was found dead in the woods near 18th," My mother spoke.

Time to act.

I fell onto my knees and forced out a few fake tears. My mother got up and helped me up. She sat me down on the couch.

"She's in a better place now," My mother comforted. I got up and ran to my room. I began dancing internally but didn't externally.

Poor Megan.

She's in heaven now.

With Delilah.

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