Plot twist

4

The château - meaning castle in French - was a shit hole to put it nicely.scraps of paper and beer can cover in a layer of dust we're spread all over the floors.

Another thing Emma noticed were the amount of flipped photo frames. Assuming there were pictures of people the owner of this mess didn't want to look at day in and day out, a sense of understanding hit her like a wave to a newly discovered surfer. Emma often found her self mirroring the same action with photos of family holidays and memories from years ago when her life was full of experiences people on the cut could only dream of.

"Sit" the blue eyed boy ordered
"Actually I like standing a lot more, ya know quick get away" Emma retorted
" we aren't going to kill you" the other pouge stated
"You can never be to safe I mean it not that I don't trust you but I also you did kinda follow me home and then practically dragged me here anyway ..." the girl rambled.
"Ok then tell us what happened back there on the dock" the boy she assumed was jj asked
" wow ok family therapy do you want me to tell you my whole life story whilst I'm at it" the girl retorted
"We are being serious"
" actually pope I think her life story would be really fun to listen to" jj Spock with fake enthusiasm laced in his voice as he pushed himself away from the post he was stood against.

With that on her mind the she abruptly stood and walked closer to the boy who decided to make a joke out of her life.
" is my life a fucking joke to you" the slightly shorter girl spoke with gritted teeth. When no reply was given she spoke again " that's what I thought, this was a bad idea I should go." She practically scoffed as she walked towards the door, both boys hot on her trail.
"We saw the way you hesitated when you got home" the quieter of the two stoped her
" why do you care anyway" she turned " I don't even know your names and your acting like you know everything about me and like you care what happened with me and rafe but the truth is you don't give a shit and I mean I can't blame you why would you when you don't know me,"

Silence.

The room was swallowed by silence drowning in it even,not a single word or sound was spilt into the room, so Emma left like she said she would. She was filled with dread she would either have to explain what had happened on the dock to her mother or her mother would of already heard the gossip.

Being a kook wasn't always a good thing. Sure the money and not having to worry about where your next meal would come from or even if there would be one was a massive plus but word spread quickly. If you put a single foot out of line the whole of figure eight would know.

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A/n
Shorter chapter sorry about that and the wait. I think I'm going to try and stick to a posting schedule and I'm going to make a new cover for this book. Thank you for being patient with me and I should be able to write a new chapter soon.
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