Millie yawned, woke up hungry. She turned wide eyed to see Noah in her face sound asleep. She turned the other way praying she was dreaming but only to see Finn sound asleep. She was trapped in the middle and had no way out.
"Bloody boys." She said.
She got up and stood on the bed trying to keep balance and not wake the boys. When she finally had the nerve, she quickly stepped over Finn and onto the ground. Her warm soft foot hit the cold ground. She tip toed over to her shoes, praying she could sneak out. When she had her fancy black shoes on, she unlocked the locks and slowly shut the door behind her. She looked down the hallway, and ran as fast as she could down the steps, out the lobby, and to find herself scrabbled in the streets. One thing Millie hated were streets. So many trucks and lights and noise and she couldn't take it. She tried her best to keep calm but she kept turning and looking and covering her ears and fell to her knees screaming stop.
"STOP IT YOU BLOODY CARS! STOP ALL THE NOISE! AHHHH!"
People stared at her, and the panic attack she was having.
"STOP IT! STOP. IT."
As she began to fall from her knees on to her butt in the middle of the road crying her eyes out, a handsome black boy, looked her age came and sat her.
