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                                                         diary entrie 3/3/12 weekend

                         I've bn on my laptop trying to find out any information about Noah's death. All I've found is that he was murdered in my room (the attic) and that they never found the killer. One less important thing is that his parents moved after his death. Noah's birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks on the 29th. I don't know what to get him though!

                                                        diary entrie 3/5/12 tuesday

                         Today we got a small project in school that has to be about someone who has died within the last 5 years. I knew who I was going to do. Noah Hicks. I already know plenty of stuff about him. He was 17 when he died, 3 years ago. His favorite color is blue, he's really sweet and funny and smart and cute... Um... yeah. As long as he never finds this diary then I'll be fine. But i doubt he'd ever invade my privacy. I told Noah about the project and he said "Your going to do me, aren't you?" i told him "No, I'm going to do some other dead kid. Of course I'm going to do my project on you!"

                         "But why?" he said. "1. I already know you. 2. I won't have to do as much research 3. Your freaking amazing!" i said. So he asked me what i needed to know for the project. I need where he grew up, what he did for a living, his parents, how he was killed, and why i decided to research him. His answers were "In this house, at the time i was a store clerk but i wanted to be a traveler, Jamie and Carter Hicks, nobody but the killer knows and i guess you already said why you wanted to do a project on me." I jotted that all down except for the last part. For that i said b/c i live in his house now. It was 9:30 now so i decided to go to sleep. But i did something i never did before. I gave Noah a hug before i went to be. It felt so weird but so normal at the same time. His body was so cold but his personality is so warm.

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