As I sat on the cold, wooden floor of his house, I felt a shiver run up my spine. I had to escape this fate. Remember how I got into this, remember...
It was in the back of the bakery. They were there. The Sharks. I know, horrible name. We had guns but so did they.
"So you showed up then. We were thinking you might have been chicken." Derek, the leader said. Derek had a nicely toned body that made me gaze at it contantly, Black hair that flopped sexily into his green, emerald eyes. I loved his eyes, they were like a cats.
He noticed me staring and smirked. "liking the body, Jazz?" He asked. Dickhead. Pure dickhead. I thought, with a disgusted look on my face.
Jazz. I hated my name. The name was short for Jasmine. Common stupid name but no-one knew my full name, unless they were family.
Derek mounted his gang, ready for attack; I smiled.
"Finally gonna fight?" I said, while I gave the signal to Gabe, a wild red-head. Gabe was as wild as her hair. Bright blue eyes which didn't really match her and heart shaped lips. Her skin was mediumly tanned from all the sanas she went to. She pulled a gun out of her boot and loaded it. We all did the same. That'll show the boys we're not messin' around. I thought.
The boys copied us and we began shooting...
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Original Gangster
Teen FictionI felt so weak and I hated it. I had to be strong. that way i could live just a little longer. I was afraid of my fate. I knew it would come or sooner or later but I never thought it would be like this. I had to remember how I let it find me. That...
