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Why Are We Running?

Why Are We Running?

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 6, 2016
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"Catch!" He threw me the keys while we're running so fast. Despite the far distance between us he still threw it to me accurately. Maybe being in the football team really did pay off. I ran as fast as I could when I heard the police sirens became louder and louder as seconds gone by. We've been trying to get out of this hotel for minutes and I'm losing the chance to catch up on our group. I'm crying loud to release the deep fear of what we've saw and done. And It honestly didn't help with my running, the side of my ribs starts hurting from running and It came into an end as a reached the balcony "Damn! Fuck! I missed the stairs." I fell on my knees crying. "DALTON! I DON'T THINK I COULD MAKE IT!" I screamed and he stopped running signaling the others to continue. "Blaire. Listen to me." He screamed. "Climb through the other side of that balcony rail and try to hang at a low distance." I'm nervously shaking but I did what Dalton told me and I climbed. I tried to hang on to the cement of the balcony and let go. I fell hard on my butt, I winced at the pain. Dalton smiled at me and continued running towards the car. And I ran to get the bike. I let out a sigh. I can do this, I can do this. I rode the bike and started it. "I can do this" I was a bit nervous as I ran it towards the back gate, the bike was wiggling but after a few minutes, I was running the bike at a high speed. finally catching up at Dalton and the others. I don't know how we could prove ourselves as not guilty, but the police knows we killed that celebrity. We didn't know who is, but we have to find out for ourselves, I don't know why or how, but we have to because if we don't. We'll end up in prison. Having death as punishment
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An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and nothing will ever be the same. When Enid Jones-straight-A student and the perfect Islamic daughter-earns a scholarship to the prestigious Montrose Academy, she believes her life is finally falling into place. Her plan is simple: keep her head down, ace her classes, secure a scholarship to Yale, work a side job, and one day gain full custody of her younger sister from their abusive father. But trouble has other plans for Enid... and its name is Olivia Grayson. Carefree, rebellious, and notorious for breaking hearts, Olivia is Montrose Academy's golden girl. With her comes the infamous Golden Four, and a whirlwind of chaos Enid wants no part of. At least, that's what she tells herself. Because Olivia isn't just interested in Enid-she's made it her mission to strip away the saintly image everyone sees and uncover the fire hidden beneath. But what if it's Olivia's carefully crafted "bad girl" façade that begins to crumble first... all because of a certain brunette who was never supposed to matter? ๑ "After what you and your stupid friends did to me, isn't it enough? Do you really have to rub it in my face?" I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. Olivia just smirked, stepping closer until her warm minty breath fanned against my lips. My pulse went wild, betraying me. "I'm only just getting started, angel," she whispered in that husky voice of hers. "And I'll stop... the moment I hear you moan my name." ๑ An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. Can love survive when it's least expected-or will it destroy them both?

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