"Coming Finn!" I yelled from my pastel blue room. 'Just a few more things...' I began to stuff my purse with makeup and extra undergarments and a bathing suit. I threw my hair up in the messiest bun ever done before and left my room. I walked downstairs to the goofiest grin ever preformed by Finn.
"Something wrong?" I nudged him as I passed by. Just then Kyle had appeared by the door. I dropped my bags and ran as fast as I could into his arms. "Kyle your back!" I pushed my face into his shirt and smiled up at him. "Yes I am Ally." Cale was standing at the counter across from us drinking his coffee. "Isn't this your like 20th cup?" I asked him grabbing it and dumping out the mug.
"Hey what'd you do that for?!?" He looked at me stupidly. "I have to deal with you, I'm gonna need more of that." He grimaced and walked off taking my bags to the car. "Come on Ally, come grab your purse." I ran after him and picked up my purse. "Can you pretty please tell me where we are going? It's no fun not knowing! I don't know if I packed the right stuff! What if it's too cold...what if it's too warm? I didn't pack anything for the cold!" I kept running around in circles.
"Calm down, it's somewhere warm. You'll like it." Finn somehow always made things better. "So is it just you, me, Cale and kyle? Or is Ben coming too?" I kept asking so many questions. He rolled his eyes. "Ben too. But not Kane." I sighed and ran back inside to grab my flip flops. I put on my green pastel converse and ran back out to Finns car. Shoving my jam packed purse with my flip flops.
Okay! Sorry, I have a lot of studying to do I'm sorry, it's not long, but I need to keep my grades up!
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The End Game
Misteri / ThrillerMeet the author Hello I'm Avery, I am a 13 year old and I hope to become a writer to soothe my anxiety. Please excuse my mis-spellings (autocorrect did some of them) and some of my mis-use of words. About the story This story follows a 17 year old g...
