Chapter 1

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I always moved around alot because my mom had to find jobs, but when i was in 2nd grade i met a really cool girl named Emily and we bonded alot but then i had to move to new york where i was for a few years. I am now entering sixth grade and i have moved back to Denver where i met emily but i never knew where she lived so i wouldnt see her again. 

We have been here about a week and we were in an appartment, my mom worked from 3 am to 12:32 am so i never really saw her unless i stayed up all night to wish her a good day at work.  Which i did about once and then passed out right after.

At about 7 am i got on my bike and started riding to alice terry elementry because it had a playground there.  It also had good memorys in my mind because it was were i went to 2nd grade,  I was swinging on the swings and some guy who looked like he was in highschool was running with his friend and a vape fell out of his pocket,  when they were gone i picked it up and looked at it.   I put it in my pocket to most likely sell it later,  i got back on my bike and went home.  I locked my bike against a pole and went up to my door, i used the key to unlock it and made sure to lock it behind me.  I went in my room and started playing on the playstation i got when i realized i never set up my room besides my tv and playstation.


--2 hours later--


I finished setting up my room and started to play games, i was tired from all the bike riding and my arm started to get heavy so i put it against my legs and i felt something in my pocket, it was the vape.  i got nervous because my mom would kill me if she knew i was vaping so i put it behind a picture of mine that was against the wall.. thats a good hiding spot right?


I turned off my playstation and layed on my bed, i got a text on my phone from an unknown number

"Come to this address in 20 minutes" The message read with a live location pinned to it.


I was bored so i decided to but i brought my knife with me just in case


-15 minutes later-

I got there  a little early and knocked on the door, it opened and i looked and it was one of my childhood friends jacob...



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