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-Ash's POV-
The sound of wiping against the mirror as I wipe off the dusty particles leaves the mirror clean. I sprayed the mirror one more time to clean it and wipe it again.
Done.
I look into the clean mirror, staring back at myself.
Been a while since I looked into the mirror..
I stared at myself, wondering how I ended up to be the person I am at the moment. Heh, they're right, I do look like a 14 year old. Hmm, my bangs looks longer than it was before.
"Hey" I hear someone say behind me as I turn around.
It's Doc
"So it looks like you're done" Doc walks up. "Hmm, come to think of it, I'm pretty impressed with yo mopping job"
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah." Doc said. "So I came over to let ya know that it's break time, so you may do what you want, but don't leave this warehouse, alright?"
"Yeah" I said. "Okay"
"Good. If ya need anything, you know where to find me" Doc walks away going back to his office.
I puffed out my cheeks and dropped the wipe.
"Wonder what I should do on break time" I said to myself.
I look around the warehouse, not finding anything that is catching my attention but the ring.
That's not a bad place to sit.
I walk to the ring and sat at the edge.
It's not that soft but it's comfortable enough.
I stretch out my arms and yawned.
All the mopping and the wiping got me tired already
I look at my converse shoes, as I slowly swing them in the air. I stared at them for a moment, only to stop swaying my legs due to losing my interest.
It's kind of boring..
In times of boredom, I would be coming up ideas about stealing or vandalizing or hanging out with my friends talking nonstop. But this time, I can't do any of that. Usually when I want to be alone, I tend to just sing or hum to myself to kill boredom and time. It's a funner way of getting through it instead of waiting in silence.
I look around the warehouse to see if Mac is here. There's not a trace of Mac here.
I look to Doc's office, his door was closed.
Yes, I can sing to myself. Hah, watch me get caught?
I thought to myself as I began to hum softly. I closed my eyes, my ears imagining to hear the intro. I softly sang the song.
"Now I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord.
But you don't really care for music, do ya?"
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Better Place
Hayran KurguThis story is about a girl named Ash, a tough and rebellious blondie. Though there is something that most girls have that she doesn't; a place to call home. Ash is known as the most wanted thief in New York City. Of course no one knows when she'll s...
