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I roll into the cafe and smile when I smell coffee and donuts. As of now, I am a resident in a small town in Maine. I have my own apartment, first floor, and am doing well.
"Hey London!"
I hear my friend, Marissa, yell. I smile and wave at her while wheeling towards the table closest to the door.
"Hey Marissa!"
She smiles kindly and continues to serve her customers. I pull out my laptop and start to edit my english essay.
We analyzed a topic in the 1960s and mine was The Detroit Riot.
I fix some sentences and start to read it over. Once I am satisfied, I look at all the assignments due this week.
Math Test.
Science Test.
Vocab Test
Music Essay
I sigh and start studying for science. This test will probably determine my grade... yay. I look over my physics notes and know everything except for the formulas.
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I smile at Marissa when she takes my coffee cup and look at the time. One o'clock. I pack up my stuff and while leaving I say by to Marissa. I start to wheel myself back to my apartment to start on my music essay and relax for the rest of the day, but when I look up I see Brandon.
Brandon's POV
"You sure she's here Blake?"
Blake looks nervous and nods.
"W-we don't have to kill her."
I narrow my eyes.
"Quit being soft or I'll kill you."
As I am walking I crash into someone. I look down to see a girl wrapped in a scarf with sunglasses on while sitting in a wheelchair. I'm about to yell at her, but she beats me to it.
"How dare you mister! I'm blind and paralyzed!" She says in a squeaky voice.
I grunt and go around her.
London's POV
I laugh while taking off the glasses.
"Idiot."
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I lounge on my bed while trying not to have a heart attack. That became a challenge though because someone knocked on my door twenty minutes ago. I maneuver myself into my chair while picking up my gun. I open the door to see Brandon, Blake and some members.
"Can I help you?"
Blake smiles at me.
"Just wondering if you have come sugar?"
I laugh and am about to respond but Brandon bursts into the room, angry.
"Come on in..."
I say sarcastically.
Brandon pulls a gun on me.
"Awwww, I thought we were friends?"
He glares at me.
"Because you wouldn't hack that thing for me... my girlfriend got killed!"
I look down and then back up to face the gun.
"Then shoot me."
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I roll into the cafe and smile when I smell coffee and donuts. As of now, I am a resident of a small town in Maine. I have my own apartment, first floor, and am doing well.
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Thief
ActionLondon Hills was a teenager and not a regular one. London Hills was homeless, she normally crashed at her friend's house. London Hills is also a thief, a person who steals from those in her line of sight. She pays gangs and dangerous people near her...