Finding Out: Part 1
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I woke up because I heard people laughing, I opened my eyes and saw that I was sitting on someone's lap I screamed, I seem to do that a lot lately. All the boys covered their ears and the car went from the lane, it was scary because we almost fell of the cliff. I turned around and hid my head in someone's chest and he wrapped his arms around me. The car went a little to the right, so I screamed again. We then took a sharp turn to the left the limo was tilting. I look out of the window and saw that there was at least 10 meters to the ground. The door was swung open by one of the guys, the driver was trying hard to keep the front half of the limo on the road.
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