I peel open the box, and shake out my arms.
"Let's see...a hoodie, short sleeved shirt, jeans, and sneakers? Good enough." I pull them out, and look at Raven.
"Might wanna go." I mutter, shifting my weight.
She looks up.
"Oh. Alright."
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Runaways
AdventureThree kids. One destination. Where is their destination you ask? Away. Anywhere but where they left off. They have almost no belonging or food and definitely no home. Their always on the run. Why you ask? Their running from their parents, from thei...
