Aurora Lili Routledge, or as everyone calls her; Rory, is the twin sister of John B Routledge. With the summer approaching, Rory and John B have made a perfect plan along with their friends; JJ, Pope, and Kie to have a good time, all the time.
With...
Well your left hand's free.. and the right's in grip, with another left hand... watch your right slip... towards his gun... oh...no...
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Rory~
THE soft warm sand pressed under the boot soles of my shoes as I walked on the beach, collecting small shells that I could use to make good jewelry out of.
The wind blowing past me made all my hair blow in different directions as I bend down and picked up a beautiful shell from near the shore as the waves crashed against the sand repeatedly, the melancholy sound soothing my mind. The sun was beating down but it wasn't harsh, rather this sunlight made everything around shine with brightness.
I could hear the muffled laughter and chatting of my friends who were hanging out on the dock and balcony of a holiday house that was under construction, on the figure eight. We have started hanging out here a couple of times, everytime getting chased by security in the end.
Looking down at the shells in my hands, I decide I have enough to make a bracelet for Kie from these and put them in the pocket of my shorts as I turn around and start waking towards the stairs of the wooden dock that led me to the beach from the house.
"What's that? A three storey fall to the deck?" I heard the voice of my friend, Pope, speak as he looked up at my idiot brother; John B, who was on the edge of the roof, balancing with one foot in the air. "I give you about one-in-three chance of survival," Pope added as he squinted to look at him.
I climbed up the steps and went straight towards the scaffolding, climbing up on it as JJ offered me his hand and pulled me up beside him. I laughed as I heard what Pope had said. "I don't think there's even one chance, Pope," I teased, knowing my brother heard me.
John B gasps in fake offence as he looks down at me. "That was so mean, Rory," He said, acting hurt at my words.
"You're being stupid, right now," I laughed again, shrugging as JJ shared his beer with me. I took a gulp, feeling the cold liquid slither down my throat as wind blew past us.
"Hm.. should I do it?" John B asked, still standing on top of the roof. I look up at him after handing the beer back to JJ, to see him putting his index finger in the mouth and then holding it out in the wind to know it's direction.
Pope laughs, picking up the drill machine that was set on the wooden deck. "Yeah, jump. I'll shoot you on the way down," he says, as he acts to shoot John B via the drill.
"Oh, you'll shoot me?" John B plays along, making finger guns and shooting Pope. "Pew, Pew," he shoots at me and I play along as well, acting like I got hit on my chest and falling limp onto JJ's shoulder, gasping for breath.
