I'm standing here, on a pitch black street. The rain is pouring on me like someone's throwing buckets of water on me. The only light is the two street lights flickering, and the moon peeping out among the clouds. My hoody is warm atleast, but my jeans are sticking to me.
I hear voices from an open window in a house, and a couple voices shouting my name βRicky! Ricky! Run quick, here's the police!β
What have I done?
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Hiya, I'm Meika and I'm an artist/illustrator, author and I love music. My favourite book series is The Hunger Games, and my favourite song is Eyes Open by Taylor Swift. I happen to own a horse, Magoo. A 13hh Commemara pony, a brat in the stable but a beaut in the arena. I'm writing a new trilogy of books, which I don't know what to call... Hehe...
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