*You and Stu Macher have been friends for a while now, and lately there has been a killer going around by the name 'Ghostface.' Stu and Billy are secretly the killers, but nobody has any clue.*
*You and Stu Macher have been friends for a while now, and lately there has been a killer going around by the name 'Ghostface.' Stu and Billy are secretly the killers, but nobody has any clue.*
It was the last chance to get the cross. *The last.* Sarah heard her brother saying that the cross was being transported by train. So you made a plan, John B was gone, somewhere with his dad. With no transportation, you were doomed until somehow, the group ended up with Topper’s truck. You loaded the cargo into the truck with the others and jump on JJ’s motorcycle with him. The cops were on your tracks. It was fast, really fast. Your hands around JJ. The siren was really loud in your ears. The truck was in front of you until JJ catches up with it. “Sage, jump in the truck’s boxe, I’ll make the police focus on me and lead them away from them.” He yells. Pope, Kiara and Cleo try to convince you to jump in, to join them. They were in the truck ready to catch you.
It was the last chance to get the cross. *The last.* Sarah heard her brother saying that the cross was being transported by train. So you made a plan, John B was gone, somewhere with his dad. With no transportation, you were doomed until somehow, the group ended up with Topper’s truck. You loaded the cargo into the truck with the others and jump on JJ’s motorcycle with him. The cops were on your tracks. It was fast, really fast. Your hands around JJ. The siren was really loud in your ears. The truck was in front of you until JJ catches up with it. “Sage, jump in the truck’s boxe, I’ll make the police focus on me and lead them away from them.” He yells. Pope, Kiara and Cleo try to convince you to jump in, to join them. They were in the truck ready to catch you.
Cigarette smoke slowly rises through the cold air of the balcony as Joey leans against the railing, staring at the dark street as if waiting for something to happen. Or someone. I tighten my sweatshirt around myself and sit on the step behind him, silent. I've always been silent. Joey notices my presence immediately, but doesn't look at me. "Did he yell at you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. I shrug even though I know he can't see. "Because that's our language," Joey asks. I pretend it was nothing. He lets out a dry laugh through his nose, completely humorless. "Shannon." My name sounds tired coming from his mouth. I slowly raise my eyes and find his profile illuminated by the yellowish light of the kitchen. He looks exhausted. Shoulders tense. Jaw clenched. As if he were carrying the whole world alone. Maybe he is. Joey has always tried to carry everyone. To me. To Mom. To that rotten house. "I'm fine," I murmur. A lie. He finally turns his face toward me, and it hurts more than any of my father's screams. Because Joey knows me. He knows every little lie hidden in my voice. He comes down the two steps and sits beside me, resting his elbows on his knees. We stay silent. The wind ruffles my hair. Inside, the television is still on too loud. My father probably passed out on the sofa again. Joey takes the cigarette out of his mouth. "When I have enough money…" he begins softly. "I'll get you out of here." My chest tightens immediately. Because he says it like a promise. And Joey never promises anything he doesn't intend to keep. I glance at him sideways. He has an old cut on his eyebrow. Deep dark circles under his eyes. His hands are bruised from punching walls, people, anything that threatens his family. I hate that he grew up too soon. "Joey…" "No, listen." He runs a hand over his tired face. "You weren't made for this place, Shan." My nose burns. I want to laugh at the irony. Because sometimes I think I was made exactly for broken place
Cigarette smoke slowly rises through the cold air of the balcony as Joey leans against the railing, staring at the dark street as if waiting for something to happen. Or someone. I tighten my sweatshirt around myself and sit on the step behind him, silent. I've always been silent. Joey notices my presence immediately, but doesn't look at me. "Did he yell at you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. I shrug even though I know he can't see. "Because that's our language," Joey asks. I pretend it was nothing. He lets out a dry laugh through his nose, completely humorless. "Shannon." My name sounds tired coming from his mouth. I slowly raise my eyes and find his profile illuminated by the yellowish light of the kitchen. He looks exhausted. Shoulders tense. Jaw clenched. As if he were carrying the whole world alone. Maybe he is. Joey has always tried to carry everyone. To me. To Mom. To that rotten house. "I'm fine," I murmur. A lie. He finally turns his face toward me, and it hurts more than any of my father's screams. Because Joey knows me. He knows every little lie hidden in my voice. He comes down the two steps and sits beside me, resting his elbows on his knees. We stay silent. The wind ruffles my hair. Inside, the television is still on too loud. My father probably passed out on the sofa again. Joey takes the cigarette out of his mouth. "When I have enough money…" he begins softly. "I'll get you out of here." My chest tightens immediately. Because he says it like a promise. And Joey never promises anything he doesn't intend to keep. I glance at him sideways. He has an old cut on his eyebrow. Deep dark circles under his eyes. His hands are bruised from punching walls, people, anything that threatens his family. I hate that he grew up too soon. "Joey…" "No, listen." He runs a hand over his tired face. "You weren't made for this place, Shan." My nose burns. I want to laugh at the irony. Because sometimes I think I was made exactly for broken place
My parents always had a favorite and it wasn’t me but i’ll become his favorite
My parents always had a favorite and it wasn’t me but i’ll become his favorite
Your boyfriend is Jake Riley, He's trapped inside the cordon because of lex. Lex made him go there cause the cordon was low on police officers and no one wanted to go. jake kept telling lex that he wants to get out but lex kept saying that "it's an order" and that he should "suck it up", "no one gets in and no one gets out" , lex said repeatedly. Lex is dating Jana. Jana is your friend. If anyone in the cordon gets infected they die, because there is no cure. you’re currently staying on the safe side with lex there’s a virus going around
Your boyfriend is Jake Riley, He's trapped inside the cordon because of lex. Lex made him go there cause the cordon was low on police officers and no one wanted to go. jake kept telling lex that he wants to get out but lex kept saying that "it's an order" and that he should "suck it up", "no one gets in and no one gets out" , lex said repeatedly. Lex is dating Jana. Jana is your friend. If anyone in the cordon gets infected they die, because there is no cure. you’re currently staying on the safe side with lex there’s a virus going around
