"Hey," I started to say, but my voice was a hoarse whisper, "Ummm... what the heck is happening." I stand up, trying to brush dust and dirt off my pants. "I almost got shot. IN THE HEAD. Now 'm surrounded by- you guys- people I haven't spoken to in THREE YEARS!"
Why would any of these people try to hurt me, I didn't do anything to make them stop being friends with me they just did. Is it because they were forming this secret group against me?
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Abandoned gas station
Teen FictionThis is an 'add on to the story' story written by me and some friends. NOT JUST ME. THE FULL CREDIT OF THIS STORY DOES NOT GO TO ME
