She Set The City On Fire

She Set The City On Fire

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Cassandra Blake, 22 years of age and height of 5"7. Wanted for destruction of property on December 19th of 1994...Never found. As I looked through the missing girls file I found a picture of the property, the house burnt to a crisp, nothing left but ashes. The picture of the mother and father a bit burnt from the accident. They looked so happy, but their photos after death were the complete opposite. Two black skeletons, nothing left but a dented in skull and a pelvic bone. I sigh and shut the folder, sliding it across my desk and leaning back in my chair. I lift my hands to my face and rub my eyes as I yawn. I stand up and grab my coat, pushing my arms through the sleeves as I grab my car keys to my black Honda. I lock my office and the main door, walking across the parking lot. I open my door and slide in, I start the engine and slide out my parking space and onto the highway. My eyes get heavy and I look at the clock in my car, 2:30 a.m. "I still got a good hours drive, I won't make it." I drive past all the stores till I reach a small inn. I park my car next to one of the room and go into the building. An elderly woman comes out of the backroom and looks at me before walking over. I lean on the counter and brush my brown hair out of my bangs "Can I help you sir?" I smile and nod my head "Indeed you can ma'am, I'd like a room for one night please." She fixes her glasses and grabs a small key "Room number 26, down the hallway and make a left, two doors down on the right side. That'll be 45." I reach into my wallet and I pull out a fifty "Keep the change." I grab the key and my bag, walking the way she told me to straight to my room. I walk into the small room and set my bag down. I sit down on the creaky bed and lay back, resting my arms behind my head as I look at the ceiling. Now that I think of it..the woman, she was only 13 when I was 16..she had the darkest brown hair I've ever seen. Eyes an emerald color...by God...i hope I find her soon..
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This story is y/n (you) falls in love with a football player (an oc of mine). More info: Y/N is a 16 going on 17 year old female, in her Junior year of high school. It's her first day at a new school, a random person Airdropped her something and they begin to chat. This mystery guy is 17 and also his Junior year and is a football player. She knows nothing about him so she's determined to learn more. What she finds out shocks her completely. Preview: "Y/n! Come on let's go!" "Yeah! You are going to make us late!" "God! I'm coming I'm coming! I just needed to grab something." I said walking out to them. "Is that a book?" "Yeah- I really need to know what happens! I'm almost done with it, once I finish I'll watch the game don't worry." I assured the two of them. "Okay want ever you say." We left to go to the game finding a close-to-the-front seat. The three of us sat, we already bought some drinks and snacks. The game soon started and I began to read. "Player down!" Someone yelled as they ran a crossed the field. My head snapped up to get a look and I saw number 22 sitting up with one leg bent and the other laying on the ground. He seamed calm. "Alright, let's get you up," some one said kneeing next to number 22. "No no, I'm fine. Help them, they may be out, he is not responding to me." 22 insisted. Once the others heard this they ran to the other person, 85 from the other team. 22 glanced at the bleachers, briefly making eye contact with me, he then quickly looked back, almost as if doing a double take. He held the eye contact this time, I gave him a small smile and he gave me a sweet smile. "He smiled at you!" "It was just a smile," I said going back to my book. "You have a crush." "You definitely do, but we won't say anything, yet." I rolled my eyes at both of them. They were right, no, maybe. He was cute, the way his hair fell, and how he put the other player before himself. I thought it was cute.

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