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description: "shit," I cursed, turning off the tv and running a hand through my Newley bleached hair.
"What?" Zach asked sitting up. I shook my head. "we're on Tv again... we have to go." I grabbed the duffle bag and went out the door, grabbing the keys on my way.
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Plot: Crystal and Zachary Whitman have always felt like slaves ever since they moved in with their two aunts and cousin. After a heated argument, Crystal gets the idea to kill all of them while they're sleeping.
Now they have to run.
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FanfictionMy ideas and dreams I don't have the motivation or skills to write. I hope you bring them to life. Please message me if you're confused or anything about the ideas... I really want these to be written and also please tell me if you've written them!
