After telling everyone what we could do, they all nodded. But Niko said: "It's pretty dark right now... I think that we shouldn't do anything until tomorrow"
"But what if they find the bag then? It will be too late then...", I said, if it will be too late... Mrs. Smith will keep searching after me, going to the city, to the forest, looking for me. Victor nods his head and says: "Now or never, Niko, either you two come or we do it ourselves, you don't have to bring yourselves into this anyways... It's our trash to pick up – "
"Come on, Victor. We can't leave you two picking Mrs. Smith's, or whoever she is, trash. At least we can help, or well... I can help", Jason said and hugged Victor. Niko nods: "I'll go as well... just in case..."
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The lost
Short StoryThis is a story about a girl named Asha. Her parents died at the age of 10, she was sent to the orphanage... But this orphanage had something strange. A tradition. "What kind of tradition", You'll soon find out... (TW: This story has brief mentions...
