Killjoys make some noise

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The guys and I all stood around her in a kind of semi circle while she was sat on the couch with her head down and hair hanging in her face.No one broke the silence cause no one knew how to.However Mikey kneels down, moves her damp hair away from her face and tucks it behind her ear,so he can look at her piercing emerald eyes,"So umm, what's your name."he questioned finally breaking the silence. She grabs the note pad and pen from the table and writes," my name is Jamie."

Mikey grinned,"okay Jamie, how old are you?"

" 12." She writes again

" what happened to you?"

She puts the pen down. Looks at her hands, closes her eyes, presses her lips together and shakes her head no . Mikey was about say something else but Ray cut him off ," do you have family, friends, anywhere you could go?" She once again shook her head no

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The guys and I went into the small kitchen cubical that we have.
" well where do we go from here, I mean she has no friends no family and no where to go, she can't stay with us. Why don't why drop her off at the police station tomorrow." Bob stated, it seemed like a good idea to me, but I don't know about the others

"I don't know about you guys," Frank started,"but I say she stays with us, we have an extra bunk inside she could be like a roadie or whatever. I mean we always need helping hands especially now since it's Warped Tour."

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!" Bob harshly whispers.

"I don't know, I don't think it's your worst idea, Bob."Ray said

"Aha see?!?" Bob comments, purposely looking at Frank

"So all in favor?"I ask

We all raised our hands in agreement. Bob called up Brain(our manager). It took about 2 minutes and Brain was on board with it. Now here comes the hard part, alright let's break the news to her.

Jamie's POV
They told me I could stay the night, but then I would have go to the cops and have them sort me out. This was only for one night but maybe it would be a nice break from a hellish household
I smile slightly, not one of those fake smiles I sometimes had to put in to hid the fact I was probably in pain. They me their names, lead me to my bed.

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