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“Be careful when you have your headphones on!” I faintly hear from my mom as I enter my garage. I loved riding my bike. It was a time I could just get away from everybody. Not a care in the world. Just having the feeling of the air brushing through my face as I rode full speed down the neighborhood. It was amazing. Riding my bike was one of the few things I could do since my family does not have a lot of money.
I put my headphones in my ears, listening to Metallica; I hopped on my bike and started riding down the sidewalk. Despite not having a lot of money, I always found something fun to do. When I listened to music as I rode my bike, I didn’t have to be bothered. Bothered by the sounds of the water dripping from the damaged gutters. The sounds of families and couples arguing. Everything was just calm and peaceful, as they should be.
As I was riding my bike, I wasn’t paying much attention to thi
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They glare at each other. A hateful glare. They both gripped their weapons as they knew this place will be their grave.
"Palacios." Michael simply says to the ebony haired witch with a monotone sounding voice. He didn't care if he died. He has stained his hands with killing his own lover while being possessed by Soul Edge. Jovanna Perdomo.
"Michael you ungrateful vampire... Why did you show up? Just to die with that girl you loved oh so much?" The witch spits at him in hate and bitter disgust.
Michael's fang bare. But he keeps a calm and relaxed tone in his voice. "Why no Palacios. I came to give you death to be with your so called 'Werewhulf' lover." He says to the witch while a smirk appears on his face. But he saved the formalities and drew his rapier. A beautiful black hi
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The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"
"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"
"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.
"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" Reaching out you patted the kittens head. He blinked up at you.
Elizabeta grinned, "Good choice! Matthew's a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you!"
It was a rather quiet ride home. You kept glancing at the kitten, He had fallen asleep after being put in the carrier. You smiled at the collar around his neck. Elizabeta had given it to you