The car went for a while before it hit the curb again and died. Our pursuers were not here.
"Toyota keep on going, don't break please please please. No! No, no, this can't happen now!" I was slumped sobbing and furiously punching anything in my way. We got out and ran to the street. Luckily there were rent-a-bikes and I inserted a few coins for three. We rode off down the steep hill with my duffel bag and the others bags.
"Guys..." I nervously said.
"What?" The two replied in unison.
"I...don't know how to ride a bike." I finally blurted. We walked up the hill and rented a tag-along piece for me. Oh god, I was going to ride with Julian. Our escape was already so romantic, did it need to be anymore romantic?
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The Designer Girl
Teen FictionSasha's a model, well almost- at least. But being its a model has its ups and downs, especially if you were FORCED to do it. It's time Sasha faces ongoing family problems, even if that means chasing and hunting for a dark secret that has to be unc...
