Chapter 1

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     This story has lots of grammar and spelling errors, yes I am aware :D.
It's been 2 months,3 days, 55 minutes,and 32 seconds since my bestfriend has been gone. I should have checked on her when she didn't show up to the bus stop. Samantha was always happy, I wouldn't think she would she would get caught by something in the water . I don't get it, she was the best swimmer on the team how could she drown? She did look worried every time she walked home..like she was looking for someone.

Even the closed casket was suspicious to me. I want to get to the bottom of this. Today I rode my bike to Samantha's old house were her parents were packing up to move. I offered to pack Samantha's room and Mrs. Reed let me in and told me "Handle everything with care ,we haven't been in here since the incident". At first I looked around her room and remembered all the memories,the sleepovers we had. I almost shed a tear.

But I realized the sun was heading down and I had to be home by 7:30 for supper. So I glanced around her room looking for something unusual. I saw her jewelry box was smashed open like she was in a rush. I then noticed her favorite locked was gone. Also her school bag was missing.

Suddenly Mr.Reed busted in the room and offered me a snack I said no but then I got the urge to ask him where Samantha's school bag was. He had no clue and left.
I then got up and looked on her window seal where I saw our friendship bracelet she had one I had one. The one that was made for me had her address on it and vice  versa. I reached out to grab it but it fell into the floor vent

I opened up the floor vent to grab her bracelet but I found a note written from Samantha herself or so I thought.

I stuffed the note in my pocket. I didn't want to share it with the Reeds yet. On my way out I remember Samantha keeps her diary in her sock drawer. I quickly opened her draw moving socks around. Then I finally found it and
stuck it in my jacket, so the Reeds wouldn't find it then I left the house.

Will continue later...

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