Chapter one

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I was hurrying thru town when I heard someone call out. "Today is the 5 year anniversary of Penelope Hurons being missing!" I stopped and turned to see someone with a poster of Penelope and a little stand. they seemed to be trying to raise money to help find her. you would think after all this time they would have moved on. I rolled my eyes and continued on my way home. I closed the door and unpacked my things. The new neighbors had moved in the other day and I wanted to be able to welcome them. I finished the basket and went over to the neighbors flat and knocked on the door. Someone answered the door with a camera. "Erm, Hi, my name is Piper Heros and I live next door. I just wanted to welcome you." I say, the camera giving me shivers. "Hi! My name is Dan Howell, It's nice to meet you Piper! Would you like to come in?" He asked. "Sure." I followed him into his flat and saw boxes everywhere. "Phil!" I heard him call as he put the camera on top of a box. I heard footsteps and then saw who I though was Phil. "Hello!" Phil said with eagerness. "Hi" I replied. "Would you like to come to my flat? we can sit and have tea or something, if you would like." I invited. "Sure!" Phil replied almost instantly. We headed over to my flat and I started to make some tea. "Do you guys like malteasers?" I asked. "Yes!" Dan cheered. I laughed and tossed him a bag of them. After the tea was finished we sat down in the living room. "So do you want to play 20 questions?" Phil asked. I shrugged. " Sure!" I replied.

After a while we finished playing. turns out they both have famous YouTube accounts and they share a bbc radio show. I knew it was high risk becoming their friends but I couldn't be rude to them. after they said their goodbyes I made dinner then sat down on the couch to watch some television. I flicked through channels but all of them had the same topic: "Where is Penelope Hurons?" I flicked through one more channel and it had the same. "Why can't you move on!" I shout as I throw the remote at the tele. Shattering it. I gasp in shock. I didn't expect it to shatter! I head to the kitchen and get a broom. I quickly sweep up the contents an throw them away. I finish my dinner then go to bed. I just need this day to end.

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I awoke the next to find my alarm going off. I forgot that I promised Dan coffee this morning! I Jump quickly out of bed and rush to the bathroom. I quickly shower then I head to my closet. I grab a pair of skinny jeans an throw a white sweater on over it. I slide on my uggs and quickly put some make up on. I grab my bag and then I'm out the door. I get 10 ft out my flat to realize I forgot to put my contacts in. I don't need them to see, I just use them to cover my real eyes. I run back in and put the contacts in. I leave again not forgetting anything. I get to the coffee shop and see Dan already there. I sit down across from him. He glances up and sees its me. "Hey." He said while putting his phone away. "Hi." And that was it. We started talking and soon became best friends, in course of 4 months. One day we were playing Sonic when he paused the game. I looked at him. "Come on! I was totally winning that time!" I pout. He laughs. "Sure, but I was wondering Piper if you wanted to make a youtube video with me?" He asked. "Sure! Why not?" I said without even realizing what I just agreed too. We finished the game and I did win. He set up his camera and he started recording. We did a first time video. He up loaded. "That was fun." I laugh. "Yea we should do that again." He said smiling. We went back to playing Sonic for a little while. We finished up after I had finally beat him. "Want to check the comments?" He asked. I shrugged he grabbed his computer and pulled up the comments. "Omg She looks like Penelope Hurons!" "Yea! They are total look alikes accept for her eyes and hair !" I frowned. Almost all the comments said that. "Who is Penelope Hurons?" Dan asked. " No-one, no-one important." I lied, He may be my best friend but that doesn't mean he needs to know about my past. And he dropped it. he stopped talking about it.

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