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Chapter 2: The Girl From My Past
Amara couldn't stop thinking about what Zara had said.
I know someone who was there.
Those words kept repeating in her head as she walked home.
How could Zara know about her old school?
Amara had never told anyone at her new school what happened. She didn't even want to think about it herself.
When she got home, her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
“You're back early,” her mother said.
“School closed early today.”
Her mother looked at her. “How was your first day?”
“It was okay.”
“Did you make any friends?”
Amara forced a small smile.
“Yes. A girl named Zara.”
Her mother's hands suddenly stopped moving.
“Zara?”
Amara noticed it immediately.
“Yes. Do you know her?”
Her mother quickly continued what she was doing.
“No. I don't think so.”
Amara stared at her.
Something about her mother's reaction felt strange.
“Okay.”
She went upstairs to her room.
After changing her clothes, Amara sat on her bed and opened her phone. She searched through her contacts, but there was nothing that could explain what was happening.
Then she remembered something.
Her old school.
Amara opened the gallery on her phone and scrolled through her old pictures.
There were pictures of her classmates, school events and friends she no longer spoke to.
She stopped when she saw one particular picture.
It was taken almost a year ago.
Amara was standing with three other students outside their old classroom.
She stared at the picture for a long time.
Then she noticed something.
Someone was standing in the background.
A girl.
Amara zoomed in.
Her eyes widened.
She knew that face.
“No way…”
Amara quickly sat up.
The girl in the picture looked very familiar.
But she couldn't remember her name.
Just then, someone knocked on her bedroom door.
Amara quickly locked her phone.
“Come in.”
Her mother entered.
“You haven't eaten anything.”
“I'll come downstairs soon.”
Her mother sat beside her.
“You seem worried.”
“I'm fine.”
Her mother looked at her for a moment.
“Amara, whatever happened in your old school is in the past now. We moved here for a reason. I want you to leave everything behind and start again.”
Amara looked at her.
“But what if the past follows me?”
Her mother's face changed.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then her mother stood up.
“Just trust me.”
She left the room.
Amara watched the door close.
Something wasn't right.
Later that night, Amara was lying in bed when her phone vibrated.
She picked it up.
There was a message from an unknown number.
“You shouldn't have come here.”
Amara's heart skipped.
She stared at the message.
Then another message appeared.
“Ask Zara why she knows you.”
Amara immediately sat up.
She looked around her room.
Nobody was there.
Her fingers shook slightly as she typed:
“Who is this?”
The message showed as delivered.
But there was no reply.
A few seconds later, another message appeared.
“You will find out soon.”
Amara dropped her phone on the bed.
She couldn't sleep that night.
Because now she knew one thing for sure.
Zara wasn't the only person who knew about her past.