One Way Trip to a Dead End

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Parts 8
Time 51m

Reads 438
Votes 28
Parts 8
Time 51m

What happens when a fifteen year old girl is left in London by her parents and has no idea where they are? Begging her Aunt to tell her, slowly putting clues together and receiving support from a boy that has made her heart make skips and leaps like never before, read to find out what happens to this abandoned girl, and why it was the best choice her parents could make.
    
    ~Sample~ (from chapter 7)
    
    "Shut the hell up or I will shoot you," I hear the guy say. What the devil is going on? Kill Rachel? Why?
    
    "What she ever did do you, huh?" I shout fiercly into the phone. "Don't effing shoot her! You-you," I nearly let a swear word slip out of my mouth, which I hate doing. And I know that if I said it, it would make things worse. Then I hear the phone being picked up from probably having fallen onto the floor. "I don't know who you are girl, but your friend here was invading our privacy. I was just visiting these good old lawyers. Well, to be completely honest, I will tell you something. We are the Weeders and we were born to kill the people who get in our way." The deep, raspy voice I have been hearing all along says in a much more sinister and clearer way.
    
    He hangs up.All Rights Reserved

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What happens when a fifteen year old girl is left in London by her parents and has no idea where they are? Begging her Aunt to tell her, slowly putting clues together and receiving support from a boy that has made her heart make skips and leaps like never before, read to find out what happens to this abandoned girl, and why it was the best choice her parents could make.
    
    ~Sample~ (from chapter 7)
    
    "Shut the hell up or I will shoot you," I hear the guy say. What the devil is going on? Kill Rachel? Why?
    
    "What she ever did do you, huh?" I shout fiercly into the phone. "Don't effing shoot her! You-you," I nearly let a swear word slip out of my mouth, which I hate doing. And I know that if I said it, it would make things worse. Then I hear the phone being picked up from probably having fallen onto the floor. "I don't know who you are girl, but your friend here was invading our privacy. I was just visiting these good old lawyers. Well, to be completely honest, I will tell you something. We are the Weeders and we were born to kill the people who get in our way." The deep, raspy voice I have been hearing all along says in a much more sinister and clearer way.
    
    He hangs up.

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