I struggled to comprehend what was happening around me."Are you-"
"The man who helped you escape? Yes. Would you like something to eat?"
"Hell yeah, I haven't eaten since last week!" he slid a plate of oatmeal across the room.
"You can share it" he smirked and slipped out the door. I stared at the oatmeal in shock. A wave of anger came over me. I don't want to eat mushy goodness of oatmeal after a week of starving.
"He's so mean!" I scream.
"Fierce" Izzy said. She startled me, I hadn't seen her wake up.
PG puts her fingers around her eye in "the new style" and said "fierce" in a sassy voice. we all crack up laughing.
Why is this funny we need to find a way out.
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Monedays in Mannhatten
PertualanganA sequel to Sundays in Detroit it will be better this time! Havn't read Sundays in Detroit? Go read it! Then read this! It's about runaway orphans! FUN!!!!
