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So, yup! Two chapters in two days! Still feeling a bit jet-lagged, so, this one might be a bit short!

This chapter is dedicated to xXJustSomeRandomKidXx, Aly Goode, and everyone else for their funny and whole-hearted reviews!

Disclaimer: Yeah, whatever.

When I was little, my father would take me to cherry orchards. We would fill the baskets they handed out, then eat them right there, sucking on the pit before spitting it out.

My father would tell me that was how life was. You would eat the finest, sweetest part, then spit out the bitter, unchewable things out to be thrown away.

Before he died, he'd been working on growing pitless cherries.

As I sit on my bed now, I know that I had failed. To suck on only the fruit of life, the better parts of life with Zach, and spit out the pit for the burn bags. If I had, I might've been able to forgive him.

But I couldn't.

I took a long time getting ready, combing through my hair(all the way through), tying it back. I even reorganized my schoolbag. Slowly, the others left without me.

When I got to the Grand Hall, the place was a mess. People milled about, whispering. Some of the teacher seats were empty. I sought out Liz.

"What's going on?" I whispered. It was easy to recognize the plain fear in her eyes.

"Cam…someone's missing. In a bad way."

And then I turned around…and saw my old best friend's empty chair.

Yeah, I know, whatever, short filler. Thanks for sticking with me!

I love you!