Chapter 8

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Diary Entry Three

Dear diary, February 5, 2015 No school today since it's Saturday, but of course dance. made sure to make her little shouldn't use that word- fat lard of a day terrible. All me and my friends did was not try and complain enough to tick her off, but it back fired. She just screamed and threw stuff and said we were a screw up to life. I seriously hate the woman. Whatever can leave after this year. Then l can stay away from the freak and be left alone. One day I'll be rid of her and gone. Hopefully soon.

Detective's POV

I slam the book closed. I'm getting nowhere. All I got fro that was that they'll be rid of her next year, but that's so vague. It could be their graduating, it could be that their moving, it could be their dropping out of dance, or their going to a new studio, anything. I sigh, shaking my head. Next diary entry.

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