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Pam walked along the pathways to a bench, and sat down. She didn't know what to do. Her parents could possibly be dead. But what was the point to her worrying? Nate and Jez's parents were already dead. Holding on to what little hope she had, was the best Pam could do. The stress of losing her best friends was already starting to get to her, and she felt like she was losing her mind. She worked extra hard on her homework just to keep her mind off of everything. But as soon as her head hit her pillow, the nightmares of her friends returned.
As she was trying to forget her dreams, a small owl flew above her. She looked up just as a letter was falling. She caught it in her hands, worried about what this letter contained. Could it be from Jared? She thought. She looked at the owl, for something that would tell her if it was. But the owl didn't look like it was the normal Jared owl. Which could only mean one thing: It was from her parents.
She rippeed open the envelope, hoping it was some good news. She needed good news.
Pam crumpled up the letter, and threw it on the ground. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and cried into them. The thought of losing her dad was too much for her. Aside from Nate, her dad was the one guy Pam trusted. Jasper was always there when Pam needed him, and always would be. She just hoped Des and Keegan could save him.
Jez didn't have anything better to do than walk around. The note was still heavy on her mind, and on her pocket for that matter, like a stone that was weighing her down. She was still sick with worry about her siblings and Pam's parents, and Jordan's little brother too now, since he'd gotten a red typed note. 'Red typed note' - Jez couldn't even bear to think of it as 'note from Jared' anymore, because of the simple truth that she was scared to death of him, although she'd never admit it to anyone.
She looked up and saw Pam on the bench a little way away, ready a letter. As she watched, Pam crumpled the paper and threw it away, then started to cry. Jez ran over to the bench, sitting down and hugging her friend. She knew enough about this sort of thing to know when someone needed a hug. "What happened?" she asked, glancing down at the paper on the ground. "Was it a red note?" Jared seemed on a roll with these things - he should just mass-produce them in advance or something, with insert-your-name-here blanks.