Chapter 2

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Your POV
     I heard the 9:30 bell, signaling it's time for recess. The day was October 22nd, 2009. Life as a kindergartener couldn't get any better. Every standard in my grade seemed pretty normal, for me at least. I saw a girl on the swing. I've only seen her twice before, and so far, I knew everyone in the grade... except her. I went up to her and said,
 
     "Hello there!"

She said, "Hi..." With a wording look, seemingly as if she was about to cry.

     "Oh, well. My name is Erin! What's your name?"

"Um... I'll tell you my name if you push me on the swings. Deal?" She said with an almost happy and excited face, suddenly turning to her sad a depressing face.

     "Deal!" I exclaimed.

"Really?" She said with an excited mood.

     "Yeah! What are friends for?"

"We're f-friends?" She stuttered.

     "Yup, why not?

2009 Samara's POV
     Oh dear God. This will be one hell of an experience. Where are the razor blades and rope, because I just want to die.

     Yup, I'm screwed over. And no one can save me from my demise. Not even Connor or Jake.

     Sorry, Erin. But I don't know if I can even live with myself.

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