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| Shiori | October 15 2008, 10:33 AM |
Chii?
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The first step off of the bus was one that sent chills up her spine. Francine had just set foot in the most dangerous neighborhood on the outskirts of Portland. She had heard stories from fellow students in her classes, but had never witnessed the run down village herself. it was just as they had described: run down houses, rusted children's playsets every few houses, a varied mix of suped-up cars and beat-up vehicles on blocks. "Shit, what have I gotten myself into?" The next bus wouldn't arrive for hours. There was no other choice. Short, but slender legs started their trek for the destination known to them only as "small pub." Francine clutched her purse tightly to her chest, her head constantly on a swivel with every step she took. It was the perfect time of night, apparently, to make it through the neighborhood safely. Most people had either gone out on the town for the night, or had gone to sleep. There weren't too many people to be seen. Within 15 minutes, the dangerous clump of old houses was behind her. Francine sighed with relief as she turned the next corner, doing all she could to put the place out of sight. Finally, she lifted her head and saw the pub at the end of the street. The designer bag now over her shoulder, Francine quickened her pace to make it to, what she hoped was, a safe haven. |
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| At The Pub · Non Fiction | |
 7:24 PM Dec 4
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