The boy under the hood

The boy under the hood

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Hello, nice to meet you. My name’s Brynne, I’m sixteen years old and I have brown hair past my shoulders which highlights my cat green eyes I get after my mum, Anne. I went to St. Mary’s catholic school, passing all my GCSEs with flying colours making my parents and family so proud for the first time in my life. I always have my head in the clouds, meaning my best friend Liz calls me ‘ditsy’. I’m an average teenager, no that doesn't mean I smoke, drink or party every weekend. I mean average as in I sit at home staring at my computer screen wishing for a social life but I am too shy to actual have. My sister Bella is six this year and looks like a spitting image of my dad Rob with her blonde dead straight hair that I would die for and crystal blue eyes that twinkle under the moon light. My family are normal except my uncle who travels the world without telling anyone where he is going and when he will be back, I want to do the same as him one day. That is my ambition! To be myself and discover new cultures of things I could never imagine existed on our planet. Did I forget to mention I’m dead?
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" I lunge forward at him hitting his groin with my knee then right between the eyes. As soon as I do, he crashes to the ground, out cold. I go for more, but a pair of arms snatch my waist lifting me up. I kick my legs and flail my arms to get closer but he is too strong. "Let go of me!" I demand. "Shut up." A low strong voice commands."Is he okay?" "He is fine." I grunt. Then the young adult wakes up, then scurries back away from me. "Sorry ma'- miss... " he says, making me angry again. I give him a cold stare. "I'm sorry." He repeats, standing to his feet. "Put. Me. Down." I demand again. With a huff he puts me down. I step forward with full intentions to punch him again but the man behind me takes my arm, holding me back. I jerk forward to get off his grip but he takes my other arm tightly. "Alright! I'm done! I'm done!" I huff in defeat. " This story follows Astrid, a 26 year old female who ran away from home 10 years ago. The only reason she has come back was to get away from the hole she dug her self into. She is running away from her problems again. Life before she ran away wasn't as nice as the public saw it- the sherif's family, happy, and loving. Behind the doors it was orders being barked left and right with no warning or break. Not wanted to deal with this anymore, Astrid ran. On her voyage out, she ran into some trouble that seemed all fine until it wasn't. She comes back home and everything is all fine and dandy until, "Unknown: You thought you could hide forever? I found you, and I can find your friend, Nicole. If you want her safe, you'll be at the ring in an hour." Since Astrid's leave, the town suddenly had a motorcycle gang that hangs around, not realling doing anything in particular, but the sherif doesn't trust them much. Damon being the head of the gang, keeps everything they do quiet. When these two meet up there is obious tention and immediate hatred. ***EDITING TWs: Controling dad, violence, abuse

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