Post by St Jimmy on Oct 3, 2009 1:54:44 GMT -5
Thought I'd post the first bit of my fic and see what everyone thinks. If you like I'll post more.
I don't own Green Day, Adie, Billie's kids or John, but I do own the other guys and Charlotte.
This fic has violence and guns in it so don't read it if that stuff offends you.
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My mum crept through the house, leading me by the hand. She entered a room and picked something up from a table before leaving. She slipped it into her bag. As she left the house, someone shot at her. Screaming, she fell onto the grass. Handing me her bag, she urged me to run with it and never look back. I didn’t want to leave her but another woman ran to me and pulled me away, telling my mum I‘d be safe. I was crying. Men were running over the grounds towards the still form lying on the grass. I never saw her again and I was left on the streets to live alone. The only thing I kept all those years was the letter my mum had given me. It was about my father and how he’d died. They’d killed him just before I was born for getting someone sent to prison for drug dealing. Now I was the only member of my family left alive and they were trying to kill me too and get the letter back.
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I walked down the street to get some food when a car pulled up beside me. Someone I didn’t recognise called to me. I turned, and he offered to give me a ride to wherever I was going. I wouldn’t normally have said yes but it was rainy and freezing cold. The offer seemed too good to pass up, so I got into the car. It was the worst mistake of my life. Four familiar faces stared back at me. They’d found me. I tried banging as hard as I could on the car’s windows and opening the back door, but I failed and they pulled me away, keeping me in a corner with a gun.
I don't own Green Day, Adie, Billie's kids or John, but I do own the other guys and Charlotte.
This fic has violence and guns in it so don't read it if that stuff offends you.
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My mum crept through the house, leading me by the hand. She entered a room and picked something up from a table before leaving. She slipped it into her bag. As she left the house, someone shot at her. Screaming, she fell onto the grass. Handing me her bag, she urged me to run with it and never look back. I didn’t want to leave her but another woman ran to me and pulled me away, telling my mum I‘d be safe. I was crying. Men were running over the grounds towards the still form lying on the grass. I never saw her again and I was left on the streets to live alone. The only thing I kept all those years was the letter my mum had given me. It was about my father and how he’d died. They’d killed him just before I was born for getting someone sent to prison for drug dealing. Now I was the only member of my family left alive and they were trying to kill me too and get the letter back.
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I walked down the street to get some food when a car pulled up beside me. Someone I didn’t recognise called to me. I turned, and he offered to give me a ride to wherever I was going. I wouldn’t normally have said yes but it was rainy and freezing cold. The offer seemed too good to pass up, so I got into the car. It was the worst mistake of my life. Four familiar faces stared back at me. They’d found me. I tried banging as hard as I could on the car’s windows and opening the back door, but I failed and they pulled me away, keeping me in a corner with a gun.
