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His piercing dark eyes staring like a cobra seeking its prey. " You might want to run now Angel "

a mocking voice echoes down the hall, loud and confident, dripping with irony. “You bastard… you killed my father!” Mark yells, sprinting like a beast, his eyes bloodshot with darkness. “Eh, eh… I don’t think so,” Logan lifts an AK-47 from the ground. It’s dirty, rusty, but on the gas pistons, you can just make out a black “5” with smoke curling from it. For some reason, Mark sees it too. He freezes mid-step, and Sam doesn’t move either. I can’t comprehend anything.

Goodbye. ****

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Every inch of him is try, that strange hair of his, those dark clothes, don’t have a drop of rain on them. “How are you not wet?” I ask him. He smirks, shrugging loosely. He doesn’t respond to me, though, instead looking over his shoulder at the approach girl, who is looking at me strangely. “I’m sorry, were you talking to me?” she asks, stopping a few feet from me. She looks confused behind the shower of rain falling from her umbrella. I don’t even feel cold right now, standing in the downfall. “No I was talking to-“

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She gasped horrified at the cuss word that her friend used. "What? Why are you so shocked?" Ava asked while pulling her brown hairs up in a ponytail as her soft brown orbs stared at Eleanor. "Don't cuss." Eleanor says in a whisper as if someone will hear them and then kill them for cussing. "You're funny. I like it!" Ava mused and chuckled as she entangled her arm around Eleanor's as both the girls walked towards their second class.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Quinn eventually asked, leaning forward and poking me in the cheek, "or am I boring Trigger Happy Suzie?" I playfully growled with a roll of my eyes, "I really hate that name. You know the cub started calling me that. You're a bad influence." "Me," Quinn batted her long lashes in a show of innocence, "a bad influence? I think you've got me mixed up with someone else." "I don't think I do," I grumbled, yanking the phone out of her hands so I could see the different flower arrangements she had been looking at, "do you guys even have a date set, or are you just looking through these for the fun of it?"

he asks innocently. “A pup you dumbass,” Carter says with a smirk. I look at Carter and he just chuckles, enjoying torturing Stan instead of him being tortured. “That is amazing news – congratulations!” Stan says as he puts his hand on Carter’s shoulder. Kinsley pulls me in for a hug before Stan reaches over to hug me as well. Carter lets out a low growl, which made us all laugh.