Chapter 4

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Mrs. Jackson: I can't pick you up. You're going to need to find a way to get your ass back by 10.
Laney: Why can't you pick me up?
Mrs. Jackson: I'm with my boyfriend you slut. Stop asking questions just get your ass back right at 10.
Laney: Yes ma'am.

I sighed. Fun fact, Mrs. Jackson is married. And she's calling me a slut. "Are you okay?" I heard Emmy asked. "No, I promise. But seriously, not really" I responded. "Why?" "The caretaker at my orphanage is with her boyfriend and I refusing to come pick me up. But it's fine I'll just walk back." I see a worried look flash across all three of their faces. "Are you kidding, no. You aren't walking home. You can always stay with us for the night." "I checked the weather and there was a 98% chance of rain. It would be safer for you to stay with us for the night." I tried to convince them to just let me walk back, but they won the argument. And so we headed to their bus. "Welcome to our bus! You can put your stuff on that bunk." Remington points out an empty bunk. I set my stuff down and walk over to the couch and sit down. "We should play a game!" Emerson says. "What about 21 questions?" Sebastian suggests. "Sure why not!"

Sorry for such a short chapter but I hope you enjoyed it!!! Stay safe, stay alive.

-Delaney

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