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𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑠
𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙
𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠
𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑟ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒
𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦
𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞
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It was morning and the teens were still running, but this time they were not running away from something but rather towards someone. On a bike path along the LA river, the teen's sprint, while from behind Gert is pushing a shopping cart with Old Lace hidden underneath a blanket.
"Stop, please!" Chase shouts from in front of the line as he wore a beige trench coat and a backpack over his shoulders
"Give those back!" Alex shouts running slightly behind Chase. They were chasing a young man with shaggy blonde hair and raggedy clothes, he petals on his bike while wearing goggle on his head and Fistagons on his hands.
"How did he even get them?" Nico shouts as she runs carrying a bag and holding up her black ankle-length skirt enough that it wouldn't make her trip
"Chase was supposed to be on lookout!" Molly shouts as she was in the centerline with Nico and Karolina who were all running at about the same speed
Chase, having heard the girls talk about the reason they had the problem at hand, shouts, "Yeah, I only dozed off for, like, five minutes!"
"Gert, hurry!" Luna shouts as she was running at the back of the line not wanting to leave Gert behind but also not wanting to be separated from the team
"Yeah, you're not the one pushing the dinosaur in the shopping cart" Gert shouts as she continued to slowly push the cart
Old Lace growls from underneath the blanket making Luna hold on to her duffle bag and run back to Gert throwing in her bag into the cart. In between catching her breath, Luna touches the necklace on her chest and extends her hands out to the cart when a familiar cold tingling sensation covers the palm of her hands making the shopping cart to move at a faster speed than when Gert was pushing it on her own. To make it seem like there was no supernatural play at hand Luna places her hands on the shopping carts handle to make it seem like she was helping Gert normally push the cart.
Their thief comes to a stop making the teens stop running as he turns around on his bike. He bikes through the group making them part a way for him not wanting to know what it felt like to be blasted with the Fistagons. He makes a three-sixty spin-off a slope on the adjacent bike path and the teens turn to follow him on the new bike path, leaving Gert and Luna to catch up as they had to still make it up the small hill to get to the other bike path
They all make their way towards the main road making their thief to cut through traffic. Chase reaches the curbside stopping as he sees the thief on the other side of the street that had made some angry drivers, who were unhappy with a teen on a bike running into their lane. The thief rides off but not without raising a middle finger in the air towards the teens.
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✓𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 | C. STEIN
FanfictionThe oldest tale in time is that as a teenager one's biggest worries are acne, fitting in, anxiety, and high school. What is not supposed to be a teenagers biggest worries is becoming runaways with their old band of friends while uncovering the dark...
