Chapter 2

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Grace's POV

Soon we got to their house, it was really modern, and it had a huge backyard. It was already pretty late, I checked my watch, it was almost 8. "Ok so it's pretty late so we'll skip most of the discussion and go right to names. I'm Corbyn." Corbyn said, "Jack." "Daniel." "Jonah." We all looked at the one from the car, on his phone again. "Oh, I'm Zach." He said looking up. "Grace." I whispered. "Gracie?" Jack smiled, I half glared at him, "Never." I said he laughed. "Ok, let's go in, there is a pretty small room in the attic. We don't hate you, we all just share rooms, but we didn't think you, or Zach for the matter, would sit well together in one room. So let me show you." Corbyn said, I walked over following him inside and up a flight of stairs, he pushed a button, and patch of the ceiling opened. It was hiding a ladder, and he pulled it down, "There's gonna be a stool so you don't need us to get you into your room." He said, I nodded climbing up. Inside there was a little bed with a teal comforter and matching pillows. Beside it there was a desk and bookshelf, the same wood as the bed frame, on the other side there was a dresser with white painted drawers. And on the floor there was a white and teal rug. I didn't stop to think I just turned around and hugged Corbyn, "Thank you." I said, he seemed a little surprised, but he patted me on the head, "Don't mention it." He said, "Here get settled, and come down for dinner in a few minutes." I nodded letting go. He climbed down the ladder, and went to put it down. I took out a piece of paper and laid it down on the desk along with a pencil. "I'll be down in a minute!" Zach called, I turned around, he had a box of clothes in his arms.

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