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 Cameron Frye first met Ferris Bueller when he was 10 years old. It was the summer going into 5th grade. It was late at night and he was running through the forest in his backyard. His father had gotten a little too “excited” again and Cameron was sporting a fabulous black eye. He tore through the thick trees, jumping over logs and thick weeds on the ground. He looked back. He could barely hear his father’s shouts anymore. Suddenly he wasn’t running anymore, but falling. He felt a splitting pain in his knee as he collided with the moist ground. Cameron looked around. He had no clue where he was but one thing he did kn

A lanky, dark haired, green eyed, nine year old girl walks up to the large house in Middletown, Connecticut. She knocks on the door. It opens. "Do you want to play?" she asks the twelve year old before her. Her face scrunches in confusion. "Mom?" the girl calls. "Yes, love?" she answers back. "C-can I play?" "Sure, dear, just don't be back too late!" The eight year old smiles innocently. -- The older looks at the younger. "So what's your name?" she asks "Well my name is Mel, but I think this one is called Anthea," she responds. The older looks confused, "What's yours," Mel asks. "Clara," she returns. She looks around. "Where are we