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"URQUAHART PEDRAD!" I scream, running into the house, on a death mission for an idiotic teenage boy that smells like rotten pizza.

The last time he threw a party I spent days cleaning up the house because it was so messed up. Don't even get me started on all the bile I had to mop up.

And my tv was broken. Who the crap breaks a tv for no reason? What did I ever do to you?

A holes.

I spot him talking with some friends and tap his shoulder, he turns around and his face turns pale, "hey Tris..." He lets out a nervous laugh and takes off running.

"URIAH!!!" I run after him, mumbling apologies to people I step on. He finds himself at the end of the hallway, a dead end.

I send him a glare, "your cleaning after the party. I don't care how hungover you are, your gonna clean it. All of it. And by me a new tv." I send him one last glare and stomp down the hallway back to my room.

That should get him.

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