The Wrong Side of Town
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Última publicación mié, ago 12, 2015
The city I live in is like any other, it has schools, movie theaters, restaurants, and lots of other normal places that someone would go to hang out with their friends. Just like any normal girl, I have friends, and I like hanging with them. It's just that we don't go to the most normal of places. This city may seem quiet and casual to the naked eye, but if you look closer and dig a little bit deeper you may notice it is anything but.
The city of Westbrooke is split into four extremely different areas. North, South, East, and, of course, West. I myself belong to the gang of the West side of town. We call ourselves the "Wild West." West is the largest, and according to my past experiences, the most dangerous side of town. We have more than a few criminals over here, and in all honesty I am probably associated with most of them. Since I have lived on the streets with my little brother for most of my life I very quickly became capable of surviving, especially in such a dangerous city. At least that's what I thought until I was almost killed three times in the same day...
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