Chapter 2

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You head up the mountain, with Toby at your heels. You come to a stop. It was an old birthday setup, with the decorations peeling of age. Toby sniffed around, and then laid on the picnic table. This was for your 12th birthday, two years ago. It was going great, the cake made, balloons every where, my friends and family. Except 2 people. Mom and dad. They left to get ice cream and a couple extra sodas, but never came back. They had police look for them, but they gave up after a month. Now I am here, 14 years old, and doing okay. You looked down at the drop. "Happy birthday to me..." You said sadly. Toby crawled into your lap and rested his head on your hand. You smiled down at him. Then, you were falling down the hole. Someone had pushed you!

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