"Winter?" A familiar voice moaned through the crack in my door,
"Yes Elisa?" I croaked,
"I need pickles and beef jerky and some pop tarts." Elisa moaned,
I turned over and looked at my red iPhone,
"Elisa?! A please would be nice and also it's three in the morning!" I muttered angrily,
"Please Winter?" Elisa asked,
"Why can't Aaron do it?" I asked,
"Aaron is at work." Elisa muttered,
"Oh, fine I'll do it, only if you give me thirty quid and let me buy a car I want." I compromised, as my thin and sticklike model sister with her tiny one month belly,
"Deal." My poor hormonal and pregnant big sis, was too pregnant and craving ridden to even realise what I'd just recorded her saying on my phone, as I sat up from my bed, put my socks on, a silver and black hoodie, my glasses, running shoes, purse and phone. As I headed out of the house in my LA Pjs on eg, thin vest top, shorts and the rest of my stuff on, I grabbed my umbrella as Elisa handed me forty quid, so I set off towards the shops...
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The Girl With The Red Unbrella
Teen FictionA global heavyweight Winter Ivanov, can knock a man twice her size out in a heartbeat, but what happens when she's moved by a witness protection programme, after being shot in a 24hr Walmart. How can she settle in when a local is intent on pissing...
