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27th September
Ellie stomped her foot on the ground, as if she was a two year old having a tantrum. "Mum! Why can't you just drive me?! Only poor people take the bus!" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her poor mother, who was about to leave for her job at Seventeen Magazine. "Ellie, I have to go to work so I can earn money. You are spoiled rotten! Here is the fare for the bus, goodbye." Ellie's mum handed her a two five dollar bills, and exited out the front door of the mansion, locking it behind her.
Ellie's mouth dropped. How could her mother do that to her?! She angrily snatched up her Nike bag from the counter and stomped over to the front door again, she opened it, stepped through, and locked it again. She stomped down the driveway and out onto the footpath. She had barely taken ten steps when a black minivan pulled up beside her. "Hey pretty lady! I could give you a ride? Where do you need to go?" The man in the car called out to her.
Ellie scoffed, "Like I would step foot in that nasty ass van of yours. I actually have standards." She made a face at the driver and continued walking. She heard the van brake, and the doors slide open quickly. Before she knew it, there was a gun at her head, the silver barrel glinting in the sunlight. "Come on baby, don't be like that." He pulled the trigger.
