I feel eyes watching over my every move, I could here the whispers of every person,even Chrissi whispering something about God. I, no, we need something to cover us up, something to keep us unidentifiable.
"Nick, look!" She said as she runs over to a shop window, her eyes moving to a jacket, all black with a pentagram on the back.
"I didn't know Miss Sunshine likes this kind of shit" I hollored over to her.
"Well, we're not all one sided"
"Point taken"
"We don't have any money to buy any," she pouted
"Okay, one, can you read my mind? Two, let me call Myra"
"One, yes I can. Two okay," she responded with her snarky tone ties into her words. I pull out my phone and dial Myra, oh you probably missed it but we all exchanged phone numbers.
I hear the ringing.
"Yo, waddup?" She answered.
"You can kill someone, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"This is gonna sound stupid"
"We all stupid as hell"
"Except Rehm, kinda"
"Kinda, but anyways, we need you to kill someone so we can steal some shit"
"Why don't you just walk in, distract them then take it?"
"What size are you and Rehm?"
"I'm 6 he's 8"
"Apparently everyone can read my mind"
"No, Chrissi texted me what for" I hung up
We walk inside, the bell rings as we walk in. A lady greets us with a chipper "Welcome, I hope you find everything thing okay!" God what a bitch. God I'm stupid.
"Shoplift?" She asks
"Shoplift," I answer
We grab the jackets and run. The lady starts yelling at us then calls the police. Wow I'm vague. Jesus Christ. Chrissi's eyes are filled with tears, her hands shake as she runs through the street back into the large group of trees called 'a forest'. Wow much amazing, so noice. As we get back to the house? I'm not sure what to call it. Whatever, just know it's something. Myra waves the window, she then places her hand on a wall and the room is filled with light. Chrissi gives her a grin and Myra waves for us to come inside.
"Hey,Myra, you said your last name was Henderson not Marion,"I state.
"Henderson is my middle name"
"Oh, cool" She shrugs. Rehm walks in, his ear red and a handprint on his face.
"What the fuck happened?" Chrissi asks
"He smoked and I taught him a 'lesson'," Myra said as a smirk grew on her face. Rehm just glanced to a different direction, if you looked at his face closely, I think you could tell he had "I HAVE A GIANT ASS CRUSH ON MYRA" etched on his forehead. Not really though; he avoided her for the rest of the night.
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The Runaways
General FictionAll Nicole Iverson wants is to get away. Her family is strict and they are neglectful assholes who don't give a shit about her. When the only one she loves in that family is gone, Nicole sees her opportunity to leave that fucking hellhole for freedo...
