A Risk to Take
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Last published Fri, Jun 16, 2017
"Look, cupcake, if you don't come with me you're gonna be in a lot of trouble!" Sweat was dripping all over his face, but my stubborness is what surely makes his forehead crease.
"Just because we're both wearing white Converse, doesn't mean that I should go with some stranger I just met in a dark alley!" I hiss, throwing my hands up in exasperation.
"Exactly! We're both wearing the same fucking shoe that's why they're gonna think you're with me!" His face is now red, and I think he's staring to get mad.
"There they are!" Voices at the other end of the alley booms, making me jump.
They look totally scary, and when I say scary I mean really really scary.
"Okay okay! I'm coming with you," I say, giving in.
Mr. Stranger grabbed my hand and we ran.
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