Continue this story: I got dressed and crawled into the front passenger seat. Sandra looked at the GPS where she had put my address when I first got in and backed out to the dirt road. I saw the trip home would take 6 minutes. I was silently staring at the GPS the whole way home. Both to reassure myself that Sandra was really taking me home, and to note just how soon this would all be over. Sandra, in the meantime was chattering about school, the town, her mom and dad, who knows what else. I really wasn't paying attention. The six minutes couldn't pass quickly enough for me, when we pulled up in front of my house I tried to hop out before the truck completely stopped.

Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I did not mean to talk your leg off, and not give you a chance to speak. Well, here we are. You can tell your parents you were hanging out with a friend and lost track of time. She said in such an annoyingly cheerful tone.

By then I had closed the door and was halfway up the driveway when she shouted something that made me freeze dead in my tracks.

SEE YOU TOMMOROW!
The words echoed in my ears as I stood there, stunned. I couldn't believe she was planning on seeing me again tomorrow. I took a deep breath, forced a smile, and waved back at Sandra, trying to mask my dread. Yeah, see you tomorrow, I mumbled under my breath.

As soon as I stepped inside the house, I let out a sigh of relief. At least for the time being, I was safe. I quickly changed my clothes and buried my face in my pillow, contemplating the events of the evening. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strange about Sandra. She seemed like a normal, cheerful girl, but there was an unsettling aura around her. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew I had to be cautious.

The next day, I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed, dreading the idea of encountering Sandra again. The morning passed slowly, and as the final bell rang, I hurried out of school, hoping to avoid her. But my luck ran out as I turned a corner and came face to face with Sandra, grinning from ear to ear.

Hey! I've been looking for you all day! I thought we could hang out again today. How about we check out that new ice cream place in town? she suggested, her enthusiasm almost contagious.

Feeling cornered, I hesitated before finally giving in. Sure, why not, I replied weakly, hoping that maybe today would be different, and I could figure out why I felt so uneasy around her.

We arrived at the ice cream shop, and Sandra wasted no time in ordering two massive sundaes. As we sat down, she launched into another series of stories, this time about her younger sister and her mischievous dog. I pretended to listen, all the while trying to decipher what it was about Sandra that made me so uncomfortable.

Suddenly, it hit me. Her stories, her mannerisms, even the way she spoke - everything about her seemed too rehearsed, as if she was playing a role. The realization sent chills down my spine, and I knew I had to find out the truth.

Over the next few weeks, I cautiously befriended Sandra, digging deeper into her life and trying to understand her motives. As we grew closer, I started noticing small inconsistencies in her stories. One day, as we sat in the park, I decided to confront her.

Sandra, there's something I need to ask you. Why are you lying to me? I blurted out, my heart pounding in my chest.

Her face paled, and she looked at me with a mixture of fear and sadness. I didn't want you to find out this way, she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. My life is not what you think it is. I've been in the witness protection program for the past two years. My family and I had to go into hiding after my father testified against a powerful crime lord. I had to create a new identity, and I'm not allowed to talk about my past. I'm so sorry for lying to you, but I didn't have a choice.

As she spoke, I felt a wave of sympathy wash over me. Sandra was not the person I had thought she was, but now I understood why. I reached out and held her hand, knowing that our friendship was based on lies, but hoping that the truth could bring us closer together.
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