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I'm going to have it in Max's POV so the story is more *sparkles* drama...n-ness...uhhh...idk, don't judge me, SPARKLES 💥

I coughed and shot up. I looked quickly down. I let out a gasp as my eyes meet a cold, metal band on my right ankle. I was chained to a hard, cold, grey floor.

I survey my surroundings. There was a small, metal, twin, bed frame. The bed had white bed sheets, a white comforter, and a white pillow.

In a corner there was a little toilet and a small, short sink.

Pressed up against another corner was a mini fridge. I crawled over, my chain clanking against the floor. Gripping the fridge handle, I swung it up. Inside was four honey crisp apples, four water bottles, for cheese sticks, four beef jerky sticks, and four bags of baby carrots.

I stood up and ran to the large glass unbreakable mirror. Which I knew was a window. I banged my fists against the mirror, screaming.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! I'LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS!" I shrieked.

I stared at my reflection. I was wearing a hospital gown. My eyes were red. Not blood shot. Pure red. I raised my fist and punched the concrete wall, not caring if it hurt. I left a....hole...in the concrete wall. I pulled my unhurt hand back and shook with fear. THE SYRINGE!

*ghostbusters music*

SO I HAVE SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT TO SAY ABOUT "BEST FRIENDS"
Yes, it is over, but there will be a sequel. I'm actually creating my own book called "The Princess and The Bully"
IT'S SOUNDS STUPID, but don't judge a book by it's cover. *Someone slaps me*
Someone: Name. Don't judge it by it's name, because they haven't seen the fricking cover.

UH.

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