“Courtney! Your mom doesn’t have a droid. How did you REALLY find us?” as Logan asked,  someone appeared behind Courtney.  “Who’s your friend, Courtney?” Courtney turned around. “Can I help you?” she said cureously. “Yes you can. ” Said the man. “You can just come with me.” “Why should I? I don’t know you.” The man crept closer. “You WILL come with me. Or your friends will suffer.” The group gasped all at once. “You won’t hurt her. She WONT go with you!” Brock  said it with such force. “Brock-please…let me go. I have to go…” All of a sudden, she was gone. “What do we do?!” “I dont know, Ami.” Logan stated. “Brock, you should go home. We all should.” “Yeah. Let’s just go. we’ve done everything we can do.” On their way home, they drove past the Green sign. Brock looked to the side to notice a strange shape. “Logan!! Stop the car!!” Logan drove torwards the shape. “It’s Courtney!” Logan said while he started to cry. Courtney’s phone rang. “-Oh no!” “-Again?” “What is it?” Logan asked.  :The same thing happened on out way here!” Ami told Logan the full story. Logan went to check the text message. It read:  “Lol. Excuse my French, but deja vu” The car started. As the trio looked back, they saw courtney’s familiar heart-shaped face, and her familiar Blonde straight, hair, and her sleepy eyes. Logan raced torwards the car. Logan got hit. After 3 weeks, he woke up from is coma. “What happened!?” Ami explains it. “Woah! wheres Brock?” “He went out for a coffee.  We found out Courtney has a twin…Caylee. She ran you over. She killed Courtney. She was jealous of Courtney.” As the door creeked open, someone walked in. “I can help you. I can be your alli, or your enemy.  You choose.” said the boy. “You know whats going on?” “Yes..I do. Ami, and Logan. I know.” “What’s your name?” “I’m Wyatt.”

                                                                                       *To be continued…*