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    Sam's POV

I feel so sad.I don't have a place to stay and I didn't eat for 2 days.I am in LA right now.I left my hometown a week ago. LA can be scary at night.There is a lot of creepy people walking around.

   "Hey" I turned around and saw a guy with long hair and leather jacket on.
"Umm hey" I said,he just smiled.
"I like your shirt.You like metallica?"
"Yeah"I said quietly.I was nervous.I don't know why.He was making me nervous.

"I am Bruce." He smiled again.
"I am Samantha but you can call me Sam."
"Well nice to meet you Sam"

We started walking.
"Are you from LA?" He looked at me.
"No actually I am from Indiana,what about you?"
"England.Hey we should get a drink"
"Okay"we smiled at each other and started walking to the bar.

Heyyy guys this is my first story on here sooo I am sorry if it is bad.I was bored and I decided to write a story.So if u liked it please vote and comment (:

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