Chapter 4

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I get home and I cant wait to read the letter. What would a guy want with me? Im the most boring person ever. I shout into the house "IS ANYBODY HOME?" Even though I know there is not. I fly up the stairs and rip the door open. I have a very short time before my little brother gets home. I drop my bags at the door and leap onto the bed with the letter in hand. I paulesfor a moment and examine the envelop encasing the curiosity beneath its thin paper. I lightly rub my thumb overbthe small package. Without another thought I open the letter shredding the paper and throw the shell off onto the ground. The letter looks old and has...burnt marks? What kind of letter is this? I fold out the crinkly papaer that feel more like sandpaper than your normal note book paper. The hand writing looked like that if a girl's. I smooth it out and begin the read.

Dear Cassie Simmons,
Meet me in the woods behind central park at exactly 4:37pm sharp in two days. I need your help. We must speak in secret. This includes your well being and mine. If you do not come I will be forced to hunt you down. We cannot go without speaking before I return.
- Josh Sevara

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