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Hideing....
Marissa walked out of French class thinking to her self. When she bumped into someone familiar.
"Hey Marissa." A old friend said.
"Umm, do I know you?" Marissa asked.
"Yea it's me Brandon!" He replied.
"Oh. Hi Brandon. I got to go bye." Marissa said, and started walking down the hallway as fast as her feet would move. She remembered Brandon from when they were little, but they weren't very close. She went to her locker, and got the stuff she needed for class, and when she picked up her textbook a note fell out with a smudge on it that looked kinda like blood. But who was Marissa to know what it was.
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