Chapter 5 The truth comes out

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I wake up in the middle if the night and decide to go to the campfire. I grab my bag put on my skull sweater and my lucky converse and walk out. when I get to the campfire I see that lynx is there. I try to avoid him because of what happened yesterday so I sit on the log across from him. I then go into my bag taking out my journal and flip to the page of my pale family. well me and my father. I then notice that lynx is sitting beside me.. "hey what book is that?" He asks looking at the picture. i shut it quickly. "n-nothing." I say looking at him. "dylan I have something to give to you." lynx says handing me a picture of a baby girl and a boy that seems the age of a toddler. "what's this for?" I say taking the picture. "dylan I-I don't know how to tell you this but your my sister." I look at him. " you knew this the entire time and you didn't tell me?" I say shoving my journal in my bag. "remember how dad always told you that you had a brother that died in an accident with your mother?" I nod at him my body suddenly burning. "well our mom got stabbed repeatedly after she came back with me from the hospital as a baby. and then dad hgavr me away to an orphanage saying it was my fault that our mother died." I look at him horrified. "do you want me to continue?" he asked me. "s-sure" I say starting to cry. "then at that time I was five and you were about two weeks old when I got given away." lynx says looking down at him feet. "I never knew where you were so when I lost my last chance at the orphanage I came here hoping you would come here too. and you did" I look at him my mascara rushing down my face. lynx gives me a big bear hug. I pull away looking at him again. "what's wrong?" he asks. "oh just that I'm paler than you and my name is so much worse than yours." I say starting to laugh. I then see the sun come up and solar walks by us. I trip him. "hey what was that for?" he asks trying to get up. "nothing I just don't like people." I say noticing a figure staring at me from the cafeteria...

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