The stars were bright in the dark sky. The breeze was blowing by so beautifully. And yet there was kids scared for their lives at this very moment.
"Shut up you brats. And don't make me need to bring out my gun." The light brown haired man with a long black coat (going to his knees) announced.
There was some shuffling in the far right of the warehouse. A 7 yr old boy with blonde hair in a long braid was trying to lay down on the concrete floor. The 10 yr old black girl with bright pink dyed hair, scooted away, wanting to give him room.
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My Story Drafts/Fails
RandomMy story drafts/fails. If anyone wants to adopt the story, give me an idea, or use any of my things ask for permission. Thank you! Edit 9/27/2020 It is weird to find that some of these fails/drafts have more than one view. If you want to adopt the s...
