Meeting Malia

Meeting Malia

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"If you wanna runaway with me, then you gotta follow a few rules first." I nodded unsurely at her words. "One. You do everything as I say." "Two. No bushy cushy business should go around without notifying me first." "That's it for now." She finished. I nodded at her. "Okay." Maybe it's not going to be that bad after al- "Wait, I got another one." She said, suddenly. "Shoot." I said, picking up a leaf from the ground. "Three. No nosy business allowed." And the leaf fell down from my hand at that condition. Looks like this is gonna be a lot harder than I thought it'd be. ____________________________________ Ever heard of the saying 'curiousity killed the cat'? Well, that's exactly what happened to me, except there was no cat nor did anyone get killed. I did get arrested though. Why? Well, I'll tell you. So I was at this house party and I saw this girl with pink hair leaving before it even got started. The weird part was that the party goers were oblivious about it. So I, being the creepy person I am, decided to follow her. And look where that got me! I'm in the back seat of a police car, handcuffed with that pink haired chipmunk sitting beside me. (This was written when I was like 17.. so please, bear with me..)
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It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.

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