I Lost My Samsung Galaxy Smartphone And Now Someone Is Pretending To Be Me Online

She was batshit insane, but she was also crazy smart. They found dozens of diaries written about me and my life with scary accuracy. She really did want to be me, and she was killing anyone who knew us at the same time so she could do just that.

The girl from the stairs was also a study buddy of mine. She had been under the impression that I was back in school and reaching out to her to be study buddies again. We cried and hugged in the ambulance as they checked us for injuries and cleaned coal dust out of our eyes. Kane had a small gash on his head from the fire extinguisher and a mild concussion, but mostly he was upset to be knocked unconscious before “the good stuff.”

The girl from the woods? Once they got her identified using dental and DNA records, I recognized her as a tutor of mine. I was horrible in history and she had a steel trap of a memory. She was a nice girl, and she tutored Caroline and I both. It was the only reason she died…because she tutored both of us.

But what will never leave me, and what motivated me to post an update to a story I never posted, is what Caroline said to me when they were taking her away. I stopped them and asked her, point blank, why she wanted to be me, why she wanted to take my life away from me.

In the church yard in the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine.

There grows roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine.

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