Runaways
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Run·a·ways -
plural noun
A person who has run away, especially from their family or an institution.
Synonyms: fugitive, refugee, deserter.
"A teenage runaway"
It's been 3 years since we've all met. 3 Years since each and everyone of us ran away from our shitty lives. At first we were unsure of who we could trust. But than again, you would too if you've gone through what we have. I've grown to love our dysfunctional family. No matter what we do wrong, we always have each others backs. No. Matter. What.
And we do a lot of fucked up stuff.
You can do whatever the hell you want, when you want. As long as you follow 5 simple rules.
1. Be back at the warehouse by 1:00.
2. Never end up on social media, or get caught on camera.
3. If you're out past curfew, you MUST have someone from the group with you at all times.
4. Never tell someone outside of the group about the warehouse, or the members within it.
5. Never get caught by the police.... EVER.
By following these rules, we've created our own alternate universe most teenagers could only DREAM of living in.
But what happens when friendships fail, pasts' get caught up, rivals come back, revenge resurfaces, feelings come into play, people get hurt and rules break?
Hell breaks loose.
Afterall, we're all just a bunch of lost souls.
We're all just runaways.
My description honestly sucks. (It's a work in progress.)
WARNING! - STRONG LANGUAGE.
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