"Thanks Meshka!" yelled a woman's voice. Pen ran and hid in the closet. She had not turned any lights on so she was in the clear. She closed the door softly leaving her in the pitch black. She heard the woman's heels click clacking, probably one inch to high. Then Pen recognized the accent, thick New Yorker. It was that girl from the park. Her name was Sab. Her feet stomping on the floor became louder as she came closer. You could hear her unbuckling them on the bedroom carpet. This apartment doesn't seem her style. Her footsteps were coming to the closet. Pen tried to hide behind clothes but that didn't work so she hid behind the shoes. Sab walked inside, her ponytail swaying from right to left. She walked right towards Pen and picked out a pair of flats. She saw a pair of dirty old sneakers. "Whose are these?" She tried to pick up the shoes but they wouldn't budge so she pulled them towards her and out came Pen sliding under all the shoes, knocking over a few on her way."Hi," Pen said.
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Cauliflower
General FictionEveryone thinks Pen is a blob of nothingness but she thinks otherwise. After being put in foster care for most of her life she gets a breath of fresh air at the age of 18. Living in the big city is hard for her and she needs someone or something to...
