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April 28, 2011

Woke up twenty minutes ago feeling weird. I woke up before my alarm clock went off and I haven't been able to get back to sleep. I don't know if I dreamed of anything, but I don't remember anything. To be honest, that skeeves me out. Before the nightmares, I had a normal dream almost every night. My parents think I have an overactive imagination...

Mark my words, something's not right today. It can't happen at school because we've got the day off due to building maintenance, so I have a feeling it's going to either happen to me or to someone I know.

Noon now. Nothing weird so far, but it's only noon...

It's 5 now. I saw Megan go over to Vanessa's house. It's a shame, really - that Vanessa is her only friend, not that she went over to her house - I mean, Megan is such a nice girl... Something happened to her as a a kid, something nobody's willing to tell me about. I'll ask, but they just nervously brush off the topic and suggest that we talk about something, ANYTHING else. And when I press, they get mad.

It's around 5:30ish, and I just saw Megan go back home. I don't know why, but seeing her walking home scared me. I don't know why, but it filled me with this almost paralyzing fear.

Sirens. There were sirens. It was about 6:40 or so, not long after Vanessa's parents came home. They brought out two cop cars and an ambulance. I had no idea what was going on, but an early dinner lead to my parents making me come downstairs. I asked them if they knew anything, and they looked at each other with this worried look, like something was wrong with me asking that. Instead of talking like we usually do, they stayed silent after that. I swear to god, something is going on here, and I'm going to find out. I may be 13, but I'm not stupid. I can tell when something's happening.

When I came back up about an hour or so, all of the cars were gone, including Mr. and Mrs. Brown's car. Whatever happened, it looks like it's over now. Damnit.

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