Chapter 3

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(btw I'm writing this book in perspectives so the name at the top matters hope you enjoy!)

DYLAN

I wasn't sure why I liked this girl it was something about her. Maybe it was her strawberry blonde hair or lime green eyes, and the fact that shes just plain hot helps too. "So what's you're name?" I ask "Megan." she says dully. "You seem down, maybe some music?" I say. I instantly reach for the dark blue button and turn on the radio full blast, this quickly makes her happy. "So what about we hit downtown Vegas?" I scream over the hip/hop blurting out of the speakers. "Sure!" she yells back. We go to Jordan's billiards and bar first. "Hey Jordan what's going on my homie!" I say. "You want one of the hourly matches?" he asks. (by the way an hourly is a pool match each hour.) "hook my up Jordan my man." I say.

ONE HOUR LATER

"And this hour we have our home comer DDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYLLLLLAAAAANNNN RRRRRRIIIIIIIISSSEEERRRRRRRRand our best player CCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEHHHHHOOOOOOOLLLLLLLDDDDDDDEEEEENNNNN!" he shrieks into the mike. After the game I had won, I could tell Chase was mad for losing

he pulled me outside behind the building. "Nobody beats me at pool!" he says calmly. Then he punches me, on his second punch I'm already gone I start running to a fire escape just above a dumpster. I spring on the fire escape and swing over the dumpster one of his friends tries and jumps right in the dumpster, stench fills the air. With the keys in my hand I go into the bar and get Megan. "Quick!" I rush out of my lips, "Dylan look at your face!" she says in horror. "Yes it's bloody lets drive!" I say.

She gets in the car when I'm about to get in I see Chase behind me, he had a crowbar. I dodge it then take my knife and slash him in the lower neck, now taking my pistol I shoot him in the hand he drops the crowbar and falls down, blood just starting to flow out of his neck I open my door and say "Let's go help Graham!" " Who in world is Graham?" she says slowly. "Oh you need to know the plan." I say. As I explain the plan we drive out of Vegas and begin our journey to Austin, Texas.

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