We've been walking for hours, and I'm the only one that still has the energy to walk. For three hours, they've been telling me to stop in order to rest, but why would I. This is something we're getting paid for, something that is necessary in order for us to live.
"Can we stop, please?" Cindy asked for the 56th time, and yes, I've been counting."Not yet, we have only 4 hours left until we are there." I said. "UGH! Nahomy, we've been walking for days!" Ariana, the usually quiet one, said.
I stopped, and both of them collided against each other. I heard them whispering and muttering 'what's wrong now?'
"We've only been walking for 6 hours, and for 3 of those you guys have been annoying the hell out of me. It's not my fault someone decided to take out our subject with the freaking car and crash it towards a tree!" I yelled, turning my face red.
"I'm sorry ok, I haven't done anything like that in so long." Cindy said.
"That is why we leave the killing for Ariana." I said, continuing to walk.
So I've been really lacking it recently. Now, I've created a story that is inspired by my friends and our conversations.
Please enjoy the story!
Take care guys
-The Homie
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We're Just Teens
Mystery / ThrillerTo the outside world, they were known to be the richest trio of teenagers in the world. To the inside world, they were known as the most dangerous teen girls in the mafia world. This is their story. The story before the conflict. *could contain bad...
