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ch11

"My name is crystal de young and I am here for information about the massacre of 5/12" 5/12 is the date my brother was found dead and 43 other people as well. Its been 3 weeks since I read that letter and I've done nothing but convince my self that it wasn't real that I didn't take away my whole summer memory.  For the past few weeks I've done nothing but continue to question my teacher who I saw at the bridge that one night. And after a week went by I choose to let go of everything and find out more of what happened to my brother. Its not like I haven't thought twice about  may,26. Its now may,21 and I don't wanna think about if I want my memory back, all I wanna know is how my brother really died. "Here you go mam thats all the files we have hope it helps" one page one flipping page its like they didnt even care to look any further. The only thing that was on the page was my brother name and  some picture they took of his body I didn't say nothing more about it I just left with what I got and went home to look deeper in the pictures to see if I can find something more. When I read the file  I saw that it said someone spoke on his behalf he   goes by the name of James O'Neal and was last located at a house in Colorado. Weird that's where I'm from but our family never spent much time back home during  summer we would come to this house in ridge wood just so we wouldn't be bored at home when we were kids. I sat for a sec to figure out a plan that I can use so mom would let me go back home. a few mins later " hey ma" she looked up at me from her chair "so I was wondering if maybe just for a little school trip Were having  to Colorado if I can go for a week, I have the slip if you want to see it" she shook her head yes and I gave her a slip I printed "you can go but you have to promise me that you'll be safe" "I will I promise thank you mom bye" she stopped me "don't you need money" I shook my head yes and she gave me a 50 I went in my room and grabbed my bag and some money I had been saving up and walked out the front door to the bus stop. When my bus came I sat down and thought about how this trip was gonna be. I put my head on the window about to go to sleep when I felt eyes on me I looked back and by my surprise it was him the teacher from my school no one knows his name we just call him teacher or mister. Being freaked out I sank further in my seat and hope he's not following me. 3hours has pasted and the bus made ten stops and he hasn't got off none of them. The next 4hours we were finally in Colorado so when the bus stop I got out quickly not looking back at him. When I was off the bus I saw that through the window he was no longer there. I freaked and called an uber to pick me up and take me to the nearest hotel. When I got out I swear I saw him standing by the door but when I looked again nothing i don't know if I'm losing my mind or if I'm  loosing my mind because if he shows up one more time I'm walking up to him.