Ch.5

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Mya
I called an Uber as I ran away from Noah. It pulled up beside me, and rolled down the window. "Mya?" The driver called. I nodded, and climbed into the shotgun. He turned to me. "I'm Jay. Where would-" I cut him off, and told him the address. When we got there, I payed Jay. "Good luck," he said, then he was off. Turning to the yellow house, I thought: I hope I don't need it.

Ben
The stairs creaked as I walked up to the front door. I turned around. "Jacob, please, you don't need to do this!" He smiled and laughed. "But I want to! You don't get off the hook after stealing my girl!" He shoved me through the door, still laughing. In the kitchen, there was a giant vat of bubbling wax. Suddenly, from outside, there was a faint: "Good luck,". Jacob grimaced. "Jack, go see who's there. Ben-" he turned to me. "Let me show you my wax museum!"

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