Frank's P.O.V
We continued walking, down the street. Sylvia wearing Gerard's hoodie, and a black pair of converse. They were a bit ratty and worn, might have to talk to the boys about a shopping trip. I fix my neon blue beanie and walk a bit faster.
Sylvia's in quite a good mood, is it from the pastries? "So ummm where are we going," I finally decide to ask.
"Eh? I was following you," She mutters still skipping along. I quickly grab the hood of the hoodie, dragging her to a stop.
"So you mean we've been walking around town for almost a half an hour and you have no fucking clue where we are going?" I say.
She shakes her head and munches on her "purple" macaron.
I sigh and say, "alright come on we're going back to the trailer." She pouts but follows quietly humming to herself.
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Losing a Winning Battle
JugendliteraturSylvia Rose has a abusive family and gets bullied at school, because she's the new kid. Little did she know she goes to school with her favorite band My End. The band notices her and see the bruises she tries so desperately to hide. They soon becom...
