Chapter 1:

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It's been eight years since I've last seen my parents. Eight years, six months,four weeks, and two days since I got the call while they were on vacation. Most of the bad parts have been erased thankfully, but a bit still lingers in my head. My best friend Jonna, (j.j for short) is the only one that took me in with her loving family to help me cope with the lost of my parents all these years.
My parents died at lake unicorn-sparks. They were arguing about me getting into a good neighborhood because my old one was full of violence, drugs, prostitute and cops coming to our homes. My dad was driving, and didn't see the old lady crossing the road. Sadly to say no one made it out alive. I was already staying with j.j when I got the call. I'm 16 now.

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