"Yo, Ian. It's been a while!" Chance called from behind. Ian nearly cried as he turned around. He fought back the tears and conjured an eerie smile. "Hey, Chance." He said slowly.
Chance smiled as best as his matted skin would allow him to. He reached out an arm to hug Ian and smiled once more. Ian nearly puked. How does he not hate me? He thought. It was unnatural. "I thought for sure you got out of this dump." Chance said shaking his head in shame. "No good came out of this place." He continued.
"Same to you." Ian said.
"Nah. I lipve about 10-15 from here. I moved after the-after-"
"The fire."
Ian felt the urge to cry again. He sighed. "Look, Chance, I'm sorry about your family. You know-the fire." He said. Chance looked at the ground. "Who the hell would do that?" Ian felt his throat tighten as he fixed his lips to speak. "They-um-they believed it was my aunt..." he said with his head hung low.
Chance bit the inside of his lip. "Well...I'm sorry she's dead..." he said empathetically. Ian nodded. "Well, if you ever wanna hang I'm staying at my grandma Julie's house. You remember? Down Bessemer Avenue."
Ian nodded again as Chance started heading in the opposite direction.
Ian didn't like meeting up with people from the past. He often had dreams about what his mom would think of him if she came back to life. But, in every one, she was disappointed in him or afraid. He wondered why, but never knew the answer.
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Show Me Who You Really Are
Mystery / ThrillerA girl finds a new best friend in her new town. Turns out he's the outsider at his school and they became friends through a visit to the park. But, when their play dates become more sinister, how long will the friendship last? And at what cost will...
