Chapter 1

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Monday was finally over and I was able to go home...at least I thought I was. I had to go to the principal's office because one of those "I'm all that" girls lied about me beating up her boyfriend. I slowly walked to the principal's office and sat down in front of his desk when I got there. The girl who lied was sitting right next to me, smirking. "Now, Chase, why would you beat up Christina's boyfriend?" The principal asked. At first I said nothing. "CHASE FIREFOX!" The principal yelled. I looked up and finally said something. "I didn't beat up her boyfriend. If I did, you would have found him on the floor crying like a baby. Just look through the camera and see if you see that." I said. He looked through the school cameras and didn't see any I that. He replayed them over and over but there was no sight of me beating a guy up. "You're right. Ahem...Chase, you may leave. Christina, I have to talk to you about your lying shenanigans." The principal said, shooting an angry look at Christina. I stood up and walked out of the principal's office. As I was heading towards the exit, I was getting pushed around but I didn't care. Once I got out, I ran to my house and locked myself in my room. I got my diary off of a small tablet, yes, I have a diary...so? I started writing in it and as I did, of course more tears ran down my face. When I was done writing, I walked around the house and looked in my brother and sister's rooms. I sighed deeply and sat down in front of my sister's room. She was the one I truly missed. By that I mean it was easy to tell that I missed her so much. She would always be happy, was a good cook, always made me and my brother presents, and would always have funny stories to tell us. I heard a knock at the door and my ears perked up. I just stared at the door but didn't answer it. The person who has knocking looked through the window so I quickly ran to my room. Who is that? Why are they here?!

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