[CHORÍS]
After taking care of dropping Blake and Naomi off, getting Klaire and dropping her off, I finally got home at 2:30 AM and plopped onto the couch.
I couldn't sleep, oddly, so I turned on the news to see updates on the storm.
The tornado warning had ended.
Listening farther, an actual tornado had formed.
It was an F5, and it's route was really close to where I lived.
"Shit," I muttered. I didn't have a basement, and the Gardner's didn't, so I couldn't go to their house.
Not knowing where else to call, I'll picked up the phone and dialed Jasmine's number.
"Hey C," Her voice popped up after a few rings. "What is it?"
"Do you have a basement?"
"Uh, yeah. Are you asking because of the winds?"
"Mm-hm," I said. "Gardner's don't have one. Can I pick them up, and bring them over to your apartment?"
"Yeah, of course. It's cramped though, because, well, I live in apartment," she stated. "Get here soon."
"I will," I said, and she hung up.
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God's Rejects
Фанфикa story where a runaway, orphans, a girl with no hope, and a drunkard save the world. COVER BY MY CHILD: @okayxit [an au of a roleplay that's been going on for like a year]
