"Gimme another beer" yells a drunk guy at me. I hastily get him one if i dont keep serving the drunk people they can get violent. I serve every night seven till ten. I have to leave my babie sisters at home i hope there ok. After three hours of serving beer i can finaly head home to the barge we live on, its pretty run down but its fine for three of us. As i walk in i hear my sisters crying i go to there bedroom there fine just a nightmare. I tuck them up and say." I love you Poppy, i love you Rose." Then they go to sleep.
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The flood
FantasyImagine a citie built on a flood. No land just water across the whole world with a still growing population. For Jesica this is reality she has to work nights in a pub to support her twin babie sisters. And with no parents as they both drowned its u...
