Chapter 2 Sara POVI kept staring at the framed photo, which is a bittersweet memory. The photo was taken 4 years ago in the nearby woods, the same woods that I have come to hate more than anything. A tear rolls down my cheek as I stare at my old self, so lively and happier. My now dull chestnut brown eyes are sparkling with joy in the photo while my thin pink lips are set in a small smile. My long ginger hair is tied in a half bun contrasting with my yellow summer dress.
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