There was a knock at my door. There stood a guy with a ski mask on. I closed the door, but he pushed it open. I ran into the kitchen, pulling out a knife.
"Damn, chill Ky. It's just me."
"Bye Isaiah."
"I didn't do shit, though." He followed me as I walked back in. Gabe crawled out of the bushes, following us. I guess he realized I was ignoring him, though.
"Kylesssss," he whined.
I continued to ignore him, laying on the couch. He continued to annoy me, shaking me. I rolled my eyes, getting comfortable again. Isaiah took this as a great time to jump on me. "What the fresh hell?!"
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hell on earth.
FanfictionA story where a young artist aspires to make it in the world with the help of other artists.
