chapter two

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Walking down the stairs I looked at pictures of my friend and I as kids. I sighed and said when I was in the kitchen, "Mom why do we have pictures of Jane. When we know she isn't coming back."

She sighed,"I don't think she got murdered. I think she ran away." I frowned and sat at the table. My Dad,"I don't either son. There has been a lot of murders. And all of the body's was unrecognizable." I bawled my hands into fists. I don't want to think she is dead. I loved her.

I stood up and looked at my father,"She isn't dead Dad. She can't be. She a strong girl. She wouldn't get her self killed." He looked shoes because I never rose my voice before. And I didn't care I loved her. She can't be dead.

I walked upstairs and slammed the door closed. I was beyond mad. She will never get her self killed. I sat on my bed and started to cry. I thought,"She can't be dead. I want to be with her."

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