Fight Or Flight
AshLewis1221
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I race down the street, the wind slicing through my thin jacket and tattered jeans. I turn a sharp corner, leaning into the turn, maybe two feet from the asphalt. I right myself and flick my jet black hair out of my eyes, only to see my destination is half a block away and drawing closer at an alarming speed. I pull the bike into a sharp turn and skid to a stop, landing in my favorite parking spot. I slide off the bike and walk in, taking my keys with me.
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Meet Ashbel Lewis. Troubled teen, master of sarcasm, naughty humor and sharp wits. She's fluent in both book, song, and YouTube video quotes. She'll do any job for the right cash.
Oh yeah...
And she's a demon