Martina
We are in the middle if the dance when the police show up. I immediately run. I ain't getting caught. Bye fam.I jump over the fence and then parkour down. The police wouldn't find me this way. I climb down till there's a 10 foot drop. No other way down. I jump and here a tiny crack.
I've always had bad ankles but it's not broken maybe sprained.
I run to my car unlocking it and hiding the mask. I drive into a McDonald's parking lot and change in the back seat. Thank God for tinted windows. I hide the clothes and text Eddie.
(E-Eddie M-Martina)
M: that wad my last mob. Sorry for bailing now I just got to show some white boys how to danceE- it's fine I guess. Be safe T.
M- love you eddie. Tell the crew I love them too.
E- alright I will. love you too
I ended the conversation like that. They are basically my second family. It's sad to leave like that but that mob was fun. Maybe a reunion later, but for now I got to go teach white boys dance.
I get out of the parking lot and head to my apartment since I'm 18 and live alone. I drive to the apartments and then get out- locking the door. I head over to my apartment ; 4582 and open it.
I lay on my bed thinking about how I just left basically my family by doing that. I'm going to be going to a new place where no one knows the real me. Everyone will know me from only the mask.
I pull out my laptop and check my email. To see my manager emailed me. I click on it and it read.
T, your flight leaves tomorrow at 3am. Rest up and pack. You will be gone for 3 months on this tour in a bus.
Love you.
Dammit I need to pack. I run into my closet and pull out two suitcases and lay then on my bed unzipped. I start loading up my first case with like 4 masks and then dance clothes and gloves. The other suit case I put normal clothes in. I zip up the suit cases and put them on the floor.
I load up a carry on with 1 mask for when I meet then, my laptop, chargers, makeup, and my tripod. This is going to be interesting.
I set an alarm for 1:30am, giving me 2 hours to sleep and I snuggle into my blankets. Not minding what clothes I'm wearing.
Hey guys. So I lied kinda about introducing the boys in this chapter maybe the next one.
Love you!
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identity (magcon)
Ficção AdolescenteMartina Diaz. Hip Hop Dancer. magcon? lowercase intended.