Chapter 2

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Toby:

School hasn't even started yet and I

already look like a weirdo. I didn't

mean to stare at Amy, I just did. It was

also really lucky that we has 1st period

together. Thank gosh. I hate being the

new kid in school, even though I am

the new kid a lot I have never been

able to get used to it. Wow Amy is a

natural beauty. She has no makeup

on, yet she is stunning...wait I can't

even think about trying to get in a

relationship, I will probably move at

end of the school year, and the last

thing I want to do is hurt someone.

We finally arrived to class and she sat

all the way in the back, I don't know of

I should sit next to her or find 

somewhere else. I feel like either way

it could go bad. I will just take the seat

next to her. She just gave me a look

like I'm crazy. I guess I made the

wrong decision sitting next to her.

Amy:

Why is he sitting next to me? Doesn't

he realize I'm a freak. Probably not,

but he will once people start telling

him about me and all their crazy

stories.

"Hello class, I am Mrs. Steinhower

and this is honors English." I groaned

under my breath, I hate english, but I

decided to take honors english anyway. I looked at Toby and he looked really happy. He must really

enjoy English. For the rest of class I started day dreaming. Images of me and my mom flashed in front of me, it

started off good, and then the night

that mom died, flashed, i heard yelling

and then car lights blinding me, and

finally I heard the impact of the other

car. I looked over and saw my mom

lifeless. It got harder to breath, I

couldn't move my body, I couldn't

speak.

"Amy, Are you ok? Amy!"yelled Toby

looking at me with a concerned look.

"Yeah I'm fine,"confused with what

just happened.

"You sure? You were breathing heavy."

my checks got red and I grabbed my

bag and ran out of the classroom and

into the nearest bathroom. I went into

a stall, opened my bag and grabbed a

little bag that had everything I needed

to stop the guilt that I felt. I opened it, and grabbed a razor, I lifted up my

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