The trunk blasted open. Armin would try and jump out of the car after opening the trunk. However, the car was moving!!!
With a moment of hesitation, he rolled out of the car. He was on highway territory, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Only a few cars would momentarily pass by. There were corn fields surrounding him. A green sign stood just a few meters away saying, "Gas station ahead in half a mile" in bold letters.
"maybe if I could find my way to the gas station, I could be safe?"
Armin thought to himself.
A slight breeze was in the wind. There was a faint GRRRRRR....... GRRRRRRR...... sound. It wasn't a predetor, but instead the stomach of a lonely child that was lost.
"It's pretty late, maybe I should go to sleep and go to the gas station tomorrow." Armin said as he made his way to the gas station.
Finally, through hours of walking, there was the gas station. There, the lost boy got some food from the little change he had and found telephones. He had a number in his pocket. Not sure who's it was, Armin called the number. There were telephones there, the kind where you had to insert a nickle and you could talk for five minutes. The phone rang. A familiar voice picked up. "Hello?" It was his police station in his local town. But, the mystery was why did Armin have the number of his local police station in his pocket? Could it just be karma?
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Finding Jearmin
RandomJean is a normal high school student at Titan High. Armin is his very close friend. He lived a perfect life, but one thing, he secretly has a crush on Armin, but he's not willing to show Armin his feelings. One day, Armin goes missing. No one could...
