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Prologue

Hey guys, though probably very few, I'm Taylor! I have been working with my long-time friend @Gabsterslouie on our story "A Deal With the Devil". Since we didn't want to be a pain, we decided to post the story on just her account. Since its was her idea and story in the first place, I was co-owner. Now the roles are reversed and Gabby will be co-owner and help me. Moving on, I just want to say Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you received what you wanted and enjoyed the holidays and still are enjoying and appreciating break. I know I am! Anyways, I've been wanting to write something of my own for a while now and thought, "Hey, why not right now?". It's Christmas, what's a better time? I am trying a new genre of writing and hope you enjoy my story, I've been waiting for a while now and am really ecstatic to start writing again. I hope you enjoy! Without further ado, here is Gabby with her author's note....

Hey guys... Yes I am aware that it it almost the end of January. I apologize. I really haven't put up my end of the deal. I have good reason however. I have been extremely busy with school. I also have been getting in really good at my amazing talent, procrastination. It is truly a delegate art. Anyways, I would also like to say that this is a fictional story. It has nothing to do with my life or anyone else's. I apologize greatly that this story is about a month late, and hope you have a wonderful Valentines Day (since that is coming up soon, I should't surpass it).
Have a wonderful life until next time!
Sincerely,
Swift (Aka Taylor)

Hello peeps! It's Gabby. As you know, I am going to be the co-owner of this story. My username is @gabsterslouie so go follow me right now. Also, I wanted to say that Deadpool is the best. (Don't argue with me) I want to wish you guys a happy holidays! Go eat some peeps and peppermint bark and love life. I hope you guys had a merry Christmas. Unless you don't celebrate... But if you don't, then happy Chanukah, Kwanzaa, and other holidays. Now, on to the story, of the Unknown...

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I should have listened. I should have watched. Everything wouldn't have happened if I did. Yet, it all fell into place. This isn't all my fault that this happened, however. My mother could have told me. But she didn't. No one ever told me anything.
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Ever since I was little, The Pond was my go-to coping place. Rain, snow, wildfire, 128 MPH wind speeds, flooding, sleet, whatever was happening, I would always stray away and head towards The Pond. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that my parents met here, or that I lost my mom to her kindness while on the shoreline. Or the fact that I found out that my father was a drug addict, who wanted nothing to do with me and was engaged to a stupid bleached bimbo while sitting on the old rickety bench 3/4 the way around the path fit to stroll along on a warm Autumn day. They say kindness kills. I'm not one to consider a single word of these old "timely" quotes. However, I'm starting to believe they have a few fair points to prove.

It was around mid-October. The crisp autumn wind full of the swirls of red and streaks of orange, as well as small specks of surviving green and faded gold. The air had grown more thin and had started to bite you on your first step out of the door in the morning. Brown and faded copper were the colors everyone was wearing at the time. Scarves, hats, gloves, jackets, shoes, slacks, it was the go-to color for everyone. It doesn't help that our little town isn't as rich and fruitful as it used to be.

I live in a small town in Colorado, often overlooked. Of course when something news-worthy happens, television milks it for all it's worth. They play the small, rural town card and make us all look like ranchers or a freckle on the back of an old man's hand. Unknown and unwanted.

Like I said, it was mid-October. Although the signs started showing around the 1st or 3rd. I should have paid more attention.

I was in 3rd or 4th grade when my mother noticed the slightest changes within myself. She was always careful and watchful, born with the eyes of a hawk. She knew. Before any and everyone else. Even myself.