Chapter Two:

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Does She Know Who Isaac Lahey Is?

Dear, Isaac Lahey,

You have me. Always have, always will...

Love, Ellie Reyes

I read the letter over and over again. Isaac, Isaac, Isaac. I thought, who is Isaac? His name does ring a bell, but I can't seem to remember him... and I think I know someone who might know who Isaac Lahey is: Erica.

"Erica!" I screamed her name and not so long, she's already inside my empty room.

"Yes?" She asked and I turned to her, the letter still in my right hand.

"Do you know who Isaac Lahey is?" Her face dropped. She sighed and grabbed the letter from my hand.

"You can't remember him, do you?" She looked up at me again. I sighed and slowly shook my head no.

"Do you?" I looked at her, putting ny hopes up.

"Of course, let's just wish he goes to Beacon Hills High School too." She gave me a weak smile and before I could shot her another question, she got out of my room.

I folded the paper and kept it inside my back pocket. I wondered who Isaac is. I hope he studies in Beacon Hills High School, because Erica and I will go there as soon as we get back to Beacon Hills. I wish he won't get mad at me if I tell him I can't remember him, but what if he can't remember me too? What if he-

"Ellie, let's go!" My mom cut my thoughts off. She yelled from downstairs and I can't help, but smile. Today's the day we'll drive back to Beacon Hills.

I ran down the stairs and outside of the house. I took one more look at our house and sighed. I'm gonna miss this house too much. I turned around and mom's already in her car and Erica's ready to drive our car.

"How come, Erica gets to drive and I don't?" I looked at my mom and she just shrugged. I got in our car and Erica started to drive behind my mom.

"Perks of being the younger twin." Erica winked at me and get her eyes focused on the road immediately.

"You're just older for six minutes." I crossed my arms and stared outside of the window. Before I knew it, I passed out in the car.

I never thought this will be the last day of being normal...

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