PROJECT HECATE has only just begun. The runaways are running the night.
❝IF YOU EVER WANT TO JOIN ME, BABY, I'LL BE DANCING IN THE DARK.❞
❝cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time. but...
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❝Thought I could pack up my suitcase, and just walk away (walk away). Leave you with all of the shit I didn’t want to take. My mistake.❞
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EVEN IF ONLY A YEAR HAD PASSED, the redhead's sense of nostalgia was still strong. There was only one word she could think of when she saw the Los Angeles sign again. Home.
A spotless black car made it's way down the road towards Los Angeles California. With earphones plugged in, Scarlett was oblivious to the rest of the world as she sat in the backseat, her mother driving infront. Like always, her fingers tapped on her knee, cerulean heus focused on the passing cars, or whatever it was that caught her eye.
Her feelings weren't so much complicated, more like feeling multiple all at the same time. Anxious, definitely. Somewhat nervous, but she tried to focus on the excitement instead.
A lot can change in three hundred and sixty five days (roughly), that she knew for sure. During that period of time, Scarlett had lost contact with her old friends. It was rather ironic, really. The promises you try hardest to keep are the ones you end up breaking first.
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"All of you do realize that this is only one step closer to complete disconnection, right?" The words that came out of Gert Yorkes' mouth was meant to be joking, but everyone had to admit, there was some truth in her tone.
In one of the booths of a diner that sat on the Beach's walkway, six teenagers sat, instead of the supposed to be seven. Karolina Dean was busy with her strawberry milkshake. Gert Yorkes was brushing French Fries crumbs off her sleeves. Alex Wilder had just finished his hamburger. Molly Hernandez happily munched on her onion rings. Chase, uncharacteristically, was sitting in one corner very quietly, occasionally fiddling with his fingers. Scarlett, on the other hand, was sipping her milkshake from the red plastic straw.
