Dear Diary,
There's this kid. Henery I think? He's been following me lately. I know he went to my school, because we've spoken all of 3 times. But he never really showed an interest in me or my life. Then I stop going to school, and he's everywhere. I went for a walk today, it was just in the park. It didn't seem as lively is it usually does. The kids were all just sitting. Some playing, others just sitting. Staring. But one girl caught my eye. She had dull, red French braids, pale, sickly coloured skin, circular glasses, and a long, tattered black dress. She was staring at an old tree that I've honestly never noticed before, singing "run, run while you can. Try and hide, it will find you. Hazel."
Just a little creepy. Right?
What do you think it meant?
That's not even the creepiest part. When I got back home, there was a piece of paper, on it was written "Run or Hide. It won't help. Hazel. I have found"
It was written in a messy, disheveled cursive font. Like if "lobster" met "indi flower" (both of which are fonts from google docs).
And on top of that my parents haven't come home in days, and they're not answering their phones.
Anyway. I've gotta go make myself some dinner. Some good old KD I think.
Adios! Hazel
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RandomHazel Abrams was a smart girl in her Sophomore year of high school. She had a few good friends, and always had something to do; which is why what she did was so strange. Did she actually do it? Was she framed? Or was she part of something bigger.
