My sides were heaving and my feet were burning from running so fast and bearing so much weight. I tried slinging the bag over my shoulder, but it weighed to much for me to be able to do that. I had to get the fat one, didn't I? I silently cursed myself for having a poor aim. I quickly threw the bag, with much effort, in the back of my truck. Well, mine now; dumbass left his keys in the car. I started the truck with trembling hands. I turned the key to no avail. Crank. Crank. "What the FUCK!" I slammed my fist against the dash, hard enough to break something, and the engine came on sending a little smoke out the hood. I will drive until this car breaks down, then, once it breaks down, I will drop it off in the best spot around. I didn't know how I was going to get home, but I will. Watch me.
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The Girl Who Played With Knives
Mystery / ThrillerThey always tell children not to play with knives, but what about sociopathic teenagers?
