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-------->>>> miss Erica
Quilos pov (4 years old)
I sat on the edge of my bed. What am I supposed to do mom and dad are downstairs. I hear laughter and glasses clicking together. I tiptoe downstairs. "Oh yes quilo is very talented" I hear dad say. "She has a large i.q" mom says. "But what about crime" I hear a voice call out. Every noise stops."we aren't sending her mr. Bud" mom says sternly. I hear a chuckle "that isn't your decision you have to pay your price" the voice says. "Mr.bud you have heard our answer and if your not okay with it you can leave now" dad says. A chair squeak. " how about no" a snap of fingers, a scream, "RUN", a pair of arms . Another scream. Miss Ericas face. The tears streaming down her cheeks. Punching the face for the pair of arms. Being picked up by miss Erica. The wind,The taxi, The city lights, The darkness,My past life ending.
Erica Stanton 10 years later
I turn over in my bed. "No no no" I see the helicopter and buds goons picking up four year old quilo. Turning around to see mrs. and mister light." how could you let them get away" mr. Lights voice booms. "I'm so sorry please forgive me" I call out I then notice the knife in mrs. Lights hip. I gasp"mrs. Light your hip". Then she disappears. Followed by mister light glaring at me and disappearing right along with her. I turn around the helicopter is in the air miles away. Somehow I can hear quilo screaming "MISS ERICA" over and over . I hold my head this isn't happening please let this be a dream. "Miss Erica please get up". I wake up with a start. I look around fourteen year old quilo is staring at me with her huge blue eyes. She is wearing a sleeping with sirens tee shirt with her black and white hair up in a bun and her green snake bites. " come on I'm hungry can we get panera bread?" Quilo asks. Her headphones around her neck."isn't today Monday why aren't you at school". "Becouse it's 5:00 in the morning" "oh that would explain it lets go". I get up. Thank god she's okay and not an assassin and who knows where.

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