Time was ticking. My lungs couldn't get any air. It was then he who saved me from it all. Alexander Black.
The bad boy of the school. He saved me. Angela Willows. The girl no one knows even exists.
It was almost over. School. Just a few more hours until I go home to see something very sad. My little sister with tubes in her nostrils. A needle injection in her arm. I love her so much. She always sees the brighter sides if so many things. It's anazing. She is so beautiful. No matter how many needles or tubes she has she is beautiful. Her name is Carter. Car-ter. I got 0 sleep last night. Nope Nada. I was studying for a test. And also, I was watching an old vhs tape from when Carter was born. This was with our foster family. I have no idea who my real parents are. Some, jocks were making fun if a poor redheaded girl. They pulled out a gun and was going to shoot her. I stepped up and the bullet hit me. It felt like the world was going to end the way my pain felt. My hearing gave out on me and I fell to the floor. My lungs I couldn't grasp any air.
Suddenly, big arms picked up my body and I blacked out. I awoke to pots and pans rustling. I was placed on an uncomfortable cot in an apartment building. My injury didn't hurt as much anymore and was bandaged. It was him. I looked and our eyes connect. Alexander Black. The school's bad boy. Even teachers are afraid of him. Why would he care about me? (Alexander Black Below)
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