A yawn sketched across my face, this is the reason I hate driving; you get tired for no reason, after all, it's not like I'm being active or anything. My eyes searched for Danielle's house. After my panicky pity, I decided that going home was not something that I actually wanted to do, I would rather drive around, or go to a friends. So, of course, that's exactly what I did; I'm starting to think that Danielle moved or something. I've been searching for nearly three hours, and I believe that I might be going insane.
I see a long row of houses along the side of the road, I rack my brain for her address; it's 113 Apple something. Oh well, I won't find it by sitting here. I turn sharply into a neighborhood, and it does look pretty familiar. I pull my car over to the side of the road and stumble out of my car; my sore muscles slowly awake as I start to walk around. Dark circles are starting to form around my eyes, I'm started to desire a nap, which can't be good; especially since it's only 4:00.
Big houses surround me on all sides, I guess I should've stopped a little further down the road, that's where the small buildings are. My mind starts to whirl as I try harder to find her house, then a slight prickle on the back of my neck stops me in my tracks; a strange haunting feeling overwhelms me. Then I see why, a large group of boys holding guns are only about 100 ft. behind me. Panic swarms right where my heart should be, then it overflows into the rest of my body.
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Teen FictionA girl that is only fifteen named Trinidy is living in poverty in America; she is constantly ridiculed for her lack of money, lack of clothes, and most of all... her lack of any type of friend, except for the criminals, and the ones in poverty. One...
