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It is now 6:30 am. I just woke up I am really tires. I could not sleep at all last night. All I could think about is not getting killed.

I walked out of the hotel room scared. All I know about Jack's location is that he is in the same hotel not knowing what room but he is here.

"Hi Rose. How are you?"

Who is this, I turn around and I saw... Jack, "What are you doing here? You should not be finding me. I need you to meet me behind the hotel at 8 tonight."

"Okay sounds good can we talk tho."

"NO!" I run back up to my room to get ready.

My hands were shaking for the rest of the day. I can not get over the fear of killing my best friend.

It is almost time I have two hours to prepare myself. I am not ready for this. I need to wash up and make sure that I can do this. As I am washing my hair, I think to myself 'if I don't do this what will happen,' I really don't know what will happen but I bet is is pretty bad. I bet they will kill me as well or even worse they will kill both of us.

It is not quarter to 7. I need to eat something I have not eaten all day. I decided to go down to the vending machine. I have $3 on me. Goldfish cost 75 cents and a Gatorade cost $1.50. I have 75 cents. "What do I want?"

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