Part 8

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-Bek's POV-

"Why me?" I asked.

"Um... just because..."

"Oh, fine. It's not that interesting though. Well as you know, the last day I saw you was the 30th of December 2010, at the airport. Then I stepped on that plane and my life was over. I cried all the way to Perth, then all the way to our new town and house. I cried myself to sleep that night, and the next night, and every night for months. I was constantly sad and no-one could cheer me up. My first day at my new school, I didn't talk to anyone and avoided social interaction of any kind. There was one girl though, she was the closest thing I ever had to a friend. Her name was Kerrie. She had heaps of other friends though and so she couldn't spend much time with depressed old me. But when we did hang out she was really friendly and was constantly trying to cheer me up. She was really pretty too. Anyway, with nothing else to do I concentrated on my school work and passed the HSC with flying colours, then with nothing better to do I went to University and studied chemistry. I got a job and have been working ever since. Once I got enough money I got on a plane and came here. That's pretty much it."

"When did you start dying your hair?"

"When I moved out. My Mum wouldn't let me dye it when I was still at home. But I haven't cut my hair since I left here."

"Oh, okay."

"Alright your turn, what happened after I left?" When I said this her face became sad once more. What could have happened that was so terrible? And what happened to the others?

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