My Life Is ... Complicated

How we're going to deal with the Gorillas

"What was that for?" Yelled Steven.

"What do you mean?"

"Why'd you run away?"

"The man-he killed my mom and-now he wants to kill me." I said starting to cry.

"You got all that from...whatever he said."

"Yeah," I said tears streaming down my cheek.

"Pull over, let me drive."

"But this is my training."

"Let's just say you passed and your prize was me driving."

"Okay..." I pulled over and got out of the car into the passanger seat.

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"Are you alright?" Asked Drew. I had gotten back to head quarters and sat infront of my locker.

"I don't know." I said wiping a tear from my cheak.

"What happened?"

"We were training and these dancing Gorillas were there-"

"Wait, dancing gorillas?"

"Yeah,"

"I haven't fought dancing gorillas yet."

"Well there harder than monkeys,"

"Dur," said Drew.

"Anyway, then this guy, the guy who killed my mom was there, but I didn't see him-and- he said-"

"Let's go get some icecream," interupted Drew.

"What?"

"I heard that ice cream makes girls less depressed."

"Um....okay." Drew helped me up and took me to his car.

"Do you want me to drive I know the area better," I asked

"No, I took Penelope to this frozen custard place and she loved it." Drew drove me to this place called Freddy's. He ordered the frozan custards and sat us down.

"So hows Penelope?"

"She's good." Penelope was a mutual friend of ours. Everyone knew that Penelope liked Drew and vise versa, but now they were at a half way point, which makes things awkward.

"So whats goin'?

"Noting much."

"Cool,"

"So what about you and Jordan?"

"I dont know..."

"I know your dreams, your fears, and don't get me wrong I will use it to my advantage."