Not Cliché

2) I punched you? Ooops!

So? How're y'all liking the story? Thanks for sticking with me. I'm kinda a new writer on wattpad, I mean I've read stories but it's not the same as writing obviously. Any suggestions on the cast? I was thinking maybe Alexis Bledel could play Sandra and either Jasmine V or Christian Serratos could play Zeya. For Ayda I'm thinking Abigail Breslin or AnnaSophia Robb. Tell me what y'all think.

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The rest of the day I binge watched on Netflix watching Lie To Me. It was so awesome but they cancelled it for some reason.

At 8pm I turned off the TV and changed into my pajama pants and keeping my black tank top on. I started sketching in my sketch book. Planning a new piece to put up.

A girl was staring out of her window with a dreamy face seeing bloodshed. Bodies were piled on top of each other and people were on their knees pleading for mercy while people in black uniforms and big guns pointed them at their heads.

Kind of gruesome but it made a point and that's the purpose of street art. It's not just trashy graffiti. It was supposed to mean something.

I fell asleep with my colored pencils and sketch pad on top of me.

I woke up, not knowing why, in the middle of the night. Then I heard a noise outside of my window. I got up, my pencils spilling off me and onto the floor. I groaned inwardly knowing they probably broke inside.

Peering through the window I saw a shadow looking into my other window.

Creepy much?

I kept my light off making it seem as if I was still asleep. I creeped around to the front door, grabbing a baseball bat we kept for robbers and walked out not making a sound. I rounded the house and raised the bat.

The figure was still peering into my window.

"Aye! What you be doin' creepo?" I called to the silhouette. The shadow turned around and face me. I could only assume it was surprised.

"I was looking for you," a guy's voice answered.

"More like looking at me, stalking me, you perv," I retorted snorting.

"Maybe," he answered.

"I'm warning you, I have a bat in my hands, it's pretty lethal and I know how to use it."

"I'm aware," he answered, his voice calm.

"Why are you not quaking in your shoes?" I asked.

"Because I'm here," another voice called from about a meter behind me. I spun around seeing a bulky shadow. I had been lured like lamb to a lion or two more like it.

I hid my nervousness, knowing the only way out was to bluff.

"Oh," I said, my voice more confident than I was, "well I must warn you, my family inside there... they're up. And my dad has a gun," I added for effect.

"Nice try sweetheart," shadow 1 whispered into my ear. I started, not knowing how I didn't sense him moving about behind me.

"Now, don't make a noise or this could turn around pretty quickly," he murmured with a cold calm. I felt cold metal touch the flesh on my neck.

"Drop the bat," the huge shadow ordered. I knew they weren't kidding around, so I dropped it.

I'd been in this situation before, but I had my whole gang with me. We had easily outnumbered our opponents and no one got hurt, besides the people trying to kidnap us.