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Thursday, December 12, the airport

Lilly didn't try to stop me when she found out I was leaving. Maybe it was because she knew she couldn't. She just hugged me and told me that I would always have a place with her.

Now, my bags are packed, and I'm on my way to the airport. I should be in Boston soon.

I don't know why I'm even bothering, but there's not much time to change my mind. If I decide to forget about hunting the Garwins down, I'll at least be out of this city for a while. I could definitely use a change of scenery.

Thursday, December 12, Boston

I'm finally here in Boston, but it's pretty late, so I'm crashing in a hotel for the night. Tomorrow, I'll head out for Ipswich .

I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it. What am I doing? I'm here in a large city all by myself.

Alone.

Lost.

Friday, December 13, cab ride to Ipswich

I'm really doing it. I mustered up all my courage, and decided to do it.

Unfortunately, I overslept by A LOT. It's already about six. The ride over to Ipswich should take about two hours, so I should be there around eight.

I'm still having second thoughts. Maybe I should tell the cab driver to turn back around. WHY am I doing this? I doubt they're even going to care. What am I going to say? What are they going to do?

Can anyone say "AWKWARD CITY?"

Friday, December 13, Nicky's

I can't believe I'm really here. In Ipswich. A little voice in my head keeps telling me to go home and forget about this place forever.

This place is starting to get crowded. Looks mostly like well dressed high school kids. I guess they're from that Spencer Academy I read about online.

I'm thinking about getting out of here soon before I die of smoke inhalation. I only ducked in here because I didn't know where else to go. I need to find a motel, at least for the night, because I don't think the Garwins would appreciate me dropping in unexpectedly this late.

Does this place even have a motel??? Damn my lack of planning.

Friday, December 13, Nicky's (the bathroom)

I think I just choked on my soda, so I'm hiding in the bathroom to recover. And I didn't just choke on my soda randomly either, you know.

I was sitting at the bar, drinking the last of my Coke so I could get going. I had just put this (my journal) into my bag because the place was getting crowded and noisy and I didn't want everyone to see what I writing.

That's when I noticed the group of guys at the pool table. They were watching me, and not very discreetly. I tried to ignore them and hoped they wouldn't come over, but it didn't work very well.

Before I knew it, the blond who had been watching me was seated on my right.

"You shouldn't be here all by yourself," he said.

"I'm fine," I replied in a clipped tone, hoping that he would get the hint. I didn't want to get involved with anything while I was here. Besides, I had bigger things to worry about.

He smiled despite my comment, like he had decided to pretend that he hadn't heard me. "I'm Reid. Reid Garwin."

Garwin? That's when I choked on my soda and started to cough violently.

Reid gave me a weird look and asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded and managed to croak out, "Excuse me."

As I scampered off to the bathroom with my duffle bag in hand, I heard some guys laughing at Reid.

"Good job, Reid. Real smooth."

"I'll make sure I take notes next time," another said.

Then, I was in the refuge of the bathroom stall.

I have a brother.

And he was just trying to hit on me…

THe whole Friday the 13th thing was an accident. Really. But it might work to my advantage...

Anyway, more to come... And I'm thinking about doing things a little differently in upcoming chapters, but I'll have to think it over for a little bit...