Linkin Park

Chapter one of untitled.The pitter patter of rain and pairs of feet echoed behind a young women and a young man looking no older then nineteen years of age as they ran through an old broken down hospital in San Diego, California. They screeched to a stop and slightly turned to face the other way before running in that exact direction, then stopped abruptly, the young women leading the other teen behind a couple of dusty old boxes. "Over there!" The girl cried out a little too loud, pointing to the left with her left hand, the other clutching a triple barrel revolver. "You sure about this, Via?" The boy responded, using the boxes as some sort of stand as he leaned upChapter one of untitled.
| I like to shleep. I like to draw. I like to listen to music. I like people. I like to be creative. I can be quiet. I can be goofy. I don't do drugs. I want a tattoo. There's more. But who wants to know. Not you, right? |
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Don't Do Drugs When Theres Cookies And Guns.
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