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+ 1	Dear Jay... [2]
+ 2	Dear Jay...
+ 2	When Darkness Falls [12]
+ 3	When Darkness Falls [11]
+ 3	When Darkness Falls [10]
+ 2	When Darkness Falls [9]
+ 1	When Darkness Falls [8]
+ 4	When Darkness Falls [7]
+ 3	When Darkness Falls [6]
+ 3	When Darkness Falls [5]
+ 4	When Darkness Falls [4]
+ 4	When Darkness Falls [3]
+ 5	When Darkness Falls [2]
+ 5	When Darkness Falls
+ 5	Pretending Not to Care [10] {final}
+ 3	Pretending Not to Care [9]
+ 5	Pretending Not to Care [8]
+ 4	Pretending Not to Care [7]
+ 5	Pretending Not to Care [6]
+ 5	Pretending Not to Care [5]

Blake couldn't do it. He couldn't tell. If he did, he might get put in some foster home where there was no more trust than there was now. At least while he was here he had Hayley. Blake knew they weren't moving. By the end of the day, he probably wouldn't be alive. Just then, Hayley walked in. "Blake," she said, "Your dad's here."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. We're, uh, moving. Sorry."

Hayley knew she couldn't say anything in front of the principal. "Oh. I'll wait in the hall to say bye." She walked away.

"Now, what is it you were going to tell me?"

Blake looked through the window at his dad. "Uh, nothing." He walked out to the hall. "Hayley. I'm leaving."

"You can't! Not now! Go to my house and hide. Please."

"No. He has the car. He'd follow me."

"Oy my God," Hayley gasped, "look at your dad's pocket." The butt of a gun was sticking out. "We have to run, Blake."

She pushed him out the window. It was only two feet to the ground, but it hurt. She ducked out after him. Oblivious to the fact Blake's dad had seen them, they ran. Blake's dad got up and followed them, hand in pocket.

Hayley was just getting over stomach flu, so she couldn't run very well. Just then, Blake heard his dad behind them. Turning around, he saw Hayley being aimed at.

Of course, Blake couldn't let her get shot. She had friends, a family that loved her, and a future. All Blake had was Hayley. As the shot rang out, Blake leapt out in fri=ont of his best and only friend. The last words Blake ever said: "Sorry Hayley. You better run."

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