Don't Let Me Go - Chapter 2

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 Chapter 2

 June 25 - Friday

 I woke up, frightened because my neighbor (I have no idea who he is) played the song Friday by Rebecca Black. 

 Who even listens to her song? 

 Oh yeah. My neighbor.

 "Could you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here!" I yelled.

 I guessed he didn't hear me.

 "What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled at him through my window.

 He looked at me.

 And then my heart stopped beating.

 I never knew.

How idiotic can this world be? 

 

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I never knew Dylan was my neighbor.

NEVER KNEW!

I squeaked and hid my whole body under the covers of my bed.

The song stopped. 

"Louise? Is that you?" He shouted.

Please let him disappear... Please let him disappear... Please let him disappear...

But of course, he didn't.

"Kenzie?" He shouted again. 

Oh God how do I escape? My window's like wide open and he could clearly see me. What the hell o I do? 

I can't let him see me in this.

Oh no. 

"Hey boob! Get up!" My brother, Kent, who is two years older than me, barged into my room and shouted loud enough for Dylan to hear.

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