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Your pov*
I was moving to London with my friends, lyric, and Angle, for flim college. And because mom and dad kicked out. I'm horrible at directions, so my friends gave me a picture of of the house. this is going to be a long walk.
I soon come up a street with two men fighting, I walk past they and look left and the house is there. I recheck my phone too make sure. I walk up and try to open the door.........and it's locked. I look through and see Angle with a sung look on her face like she heard me bodyslam into the door. Realizing that I can knock, and I did. She opens the door and still has her smug face.
"I know you know that I was there" I say.
"How did you not know to knock on the door" she says " but hey, your room is upstairs to the left, and you look tiered have a rest"
"Ok" I say as I head off to bed. It's not comfortable but it's a it's good enough.
As night draws near, I go to sleep peacefully.
