2. Sam -

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I yawn to get rid of the haze smothering my eyes. I'm too tired to go... 4:30pm this means I have time to get a coffee on my way there - obviously by myself. I throw on a white oversized t-shirt and black skinny jeans ripped at one knee. Touching the short blonde mess on my head I decide to brush it only to scrunch it up with my hands afterwards. I put on my brown Timberland boots and head on outside.

The club isn't that far away and neither is a coffee shop, so I walk fast past the damp street lights. These street lights are pointless because when they come on they only shine a dim light - seriously you think they would make them for a purpose of seeing. Anyway after my discussion in my head about street lights I'm at the coffee shop. Reaching in my pockets I'm relieved to have found a couple of twenty pound notes, that I didn't steal from my little brothers desk. Oh and my phone! I must have left them there yesterday.

"Same as always? I'll add an extra shot of espresso free!" Alison behind the counter was saying whilst playing with her almost grey hair. She owns this coffee shop so I see her a lot.

"Thanks. I didn't know you worked this late?" I asked, curiosity running through my veins.

"Well business isn't going well and staff are leaving which means I have to do their jobs and manage it. If you ever want a job come ask."

"Thanks again and I will" Placing a twenty pound note down on the side and picking up my coffee I wait for her to take it. She takes it and hands me money back. Mumbled goodbyes as I walk out the door toward the teen club. I think they named it 'Party House' but it isn't really a house or a party...

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