"Come on!" Eros yelled.
"I'm coming!" Donnel yelled back.
It's summer the air is calm and humid. Tourists wander around the city of Paris. Only the residents of the city did not know what fate awaited them.
Donnelley finally caught up to Eros.
"What ya trying to do, kill me?" Donnelley complained.
"Just trying to get to in shape for track this year." Eros responded.
"Track isn't until the school year, and it's the middle of summer!" Donnelley said.
"You never know when you might be running for your life." Eros pointed out.
Little did he know how right he was.
Donnelley was a tall, slim guy with a humorous attitude. He had brown hair and eyes, a good tan, and the most popular kid in school. Eros
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The Blackest Time
Historical FictionA city under siege. An escape impossible. Can this never-ending war be stopped?
