Chapter Twenty-Three

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I quickly shut my eyes and gripped the sides of my seat. I felt my crossbow falling out of my lap and dropping on the floor.

Clank!

Thankfully, it did not go off.

My braids swung wildly in the air as if they were dancing or trying to escape from the truck.

I gritted my teeth and lowered my head, bracing for impact. This was it. My actual doom.

Goodbye, my wonderful sister, Scarlett. I am sorry that I lied to you.

Goodbye, Sarah. Even though that we were not that close, you were still a good friend. At least, you were, until I found my crossbow in your bag!

Lastly, I would like to say goodbye to the readers. Thank you all for supporting me and my story. I really appreciated it. Unfortunately, I am about to meet my downfall, so this lovely story will not be able to continue. I am not going to make it.

I am not going to make it...

...I am not going to make it...

Crash!

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