Prologue

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It was a stormy night an my parents were still at work and my brother Alex was sleeping over at a friend's place, I was alone. I sat on the couch as the thunder boomed outside, shaking the house vigorously. I flipped through the Netflix top choices, which mostly consisted of family movies, we had family movie night every Friday, except today, everyone was busy an had other plans.. Yet I depen the sorrow with the fact that I am single an probably one of the biggest nerds you will ever see but alas, I had one best friend, Sarah nickels.. But once more I describe the meaning of "pain" by saying, she went missing more then a month ago, I searched with the parties of friends an family but no trace of her was found, ever since then I've been alone. I miss her dearly. We had been best friends since the fifth grade, she was one of the few African American kids in our school at that time, we lived in a small town called Rosewood, which might I add is the most boring town in the world! The only exciting thing ever to happen was when Sarah went missing, which made me sad but I'd never cry about it, at least not in front of people or myself for that matter. I locked myself up an melted the key. Ever since then rumors burst through the surface at Rockwell High school.. Stories of thousands popped up left an right until they just gave up, some even had the nerve to ask me about it. Like I wasn't already hurting enough? After finding the right movie, I realized that I was starving, might as well get some popcorn, I walked from the warmth of the living room an into the chilly kitchen, feeling the carpet leave my feet as I transfered over to the tile flooring, it was cold against my bare feet, walking around the kitchen island an to the food closet, now I say food closet because the closet wasn't meant for food, the house originally had the "closet" as a place for the washer an the dryer but my parents decided to move the two glorious machines down to the basement where I dare not go, at least not a night.. That's a horror story ready to happen.


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