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<h2 class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Chapter 6 - A few Years later...</h2>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was more than exited to leave Sunset Valley. The part time job at the Book Store gave me plenty of time to pursue my writing, and gives me enough money to save up for University. Two years ago, months after I graduated High School, my father died of old age. My mother still lives in the house we first moved into, all those years and tragedies ago. I lived in a small house near the town center, close enough that I walked to work every day. Carol lived in a small house behind the City Hall. We never spoke. Until one day, when things truly changed.▼
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was more than exited to leave Sunset Valley. The part time job at the Book Store gave me plenty of time to pursue my writing, and gives me enough money to save up for University. Two years ago, months after I graduated High School, my father died of old age. My mother still lives in the house we first moved into, all those years and tragedies ago. I lived in a small house near the town center, close enough that I walked to work every day. Carol lived in a small house behind the City Hall. We never spoke. Until one day, when things truly changed.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Ah, Watcher." I grumbled, as I tried my best to clear the isle, before I heard the scream.</p>▼
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Irene! Please, help me!" I looked up, and saw Carol, dripping wet with rain.
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"What in the
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we get outside, I look at Carol closely for the first time. Her light eyes were bruised, her pants were torn, and her blonde hair was stringy. She looked sad and pathetic. Her eyes darted around the parking lot. "Irene, please. I-I did something..." And then she did something I haden't seen her do since she was a toddler. She began crying. Great, heaving sobs wracked her small frame. I awkwardly hugged her, unsure if this was some kind of trick.</p>▼
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"I-I think Mom's dead. There was fire... I couldn't put it out!" She cried.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Get in the car." I breathed, stunned.</p>▼
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Ah, Watcher." I grumbled, as I tried my best to clear the isle, before I heard the scream
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Irene! Please, help me!" I looked up, and saw Carol, dripping wet with rain.
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"What in the netherworld are you doing here?" I asked her, with barely contained anger in my voice. "You ruin my life for years and expect me to HELP you?" I take a deep breath when I realize I'm yelling. My boss came out from the back room.
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we get outside, I look at Carol closely for the first time. Her light eyes were bruised, her pants were torn, and her blonde hair was stringy. She looked sad and pathetic. Her eyes darted around the parking lot. "Irene, please. I-I did something..." And then she did something I haden't seen her do since she was a toddler. She began crying. Great, heaving sobs wracked her small frame. I awkwardly hugged her, unsure if this was some kind of trick.
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Ok, what did you do?" I asked, afraid of what I would hear. She looked up at me, her dark-rimmed eyes wide and young looking.
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"I-I think Mom's dead. There was fire... I couldn't put it out!" She cried.
▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Get in the car." I breathed.
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