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   Chapter 17 You're Walking on Wall-Street Now EDITED

The Hooded Figure By Natasha Larson Characters: 5110

Updated: 2018-06-05 00:35

I came home exhausted and a little disappointed that I hadn't seen Asher again that night. He didn't go to my school either which was sad. As I walked up my driveway, I heard the click of a camera and I whipped around, expecting to see the shady van again, but there were no cars in the street.

I looked over at the bushes and squinted, looking for some sort of movement. I approached the bush with caution. Once I was close enough, I was ready to pounce, but then another click sounded from the bushes on the other side of the driveway. More than creeped out at this point, I sprinted inside of the house and locked the door.

Dad was probably asleep because it was like ten o'clock so I went straight to my room. I dropped my stuff on the floor and grabbed my clothes, taking them with me to the bathroom. Even though I didn't wear makeup, I washed my face. After I brushed my teeth, I got into my pyjamas and went back to my room.

I noticed a stuffed bear on my bed that wasn't there before. I eyed it warily, wondering if it was from my dad. With a sigh, I picked it up and put it onto my dresser.

Lying in bed, I closed my eyes and welcomed sleep.


I rolled over as the sunlight streamed through the window. The sun still penetrated my eyelids so I took my pillow from under my head and shielded my eyes.

The sun is so annoying.

Wait, the sun?

I ripped the pillow off of my face and looked at my alarm clock. I yelled in anger because I knew my dad wasn't home. I was so tired last night that I

but it was great nonetheless. He smelled like pizza anyway. We finished our shift together and with fifteen minutes left, a mischievous thought crept into my mind. Quickly, I took a pinch of flour and threw it at Asher's head. He froze and turned to face me agonizingly slowly.

"Did you just-" he cut himself off, brushing the flour out of his brown hair. "Oh, you're gonna regret that." A devious smile creeping onto his thin lips. He grabbed a huge handful of flour, especially in comparison to my pinch, and I turned to run. I dodged hanging pots and pans as I reached for the kitchen door. I looked back and saw Asher pulling his hand back to throw it.

Instinctively, I ducked just as the door opened. He threw the flour and it landed right in Maria's face. The white powder made her look like a ghost. Or better yet, a cocaine addict. I turned back and saw Asher looking just as pale as Maria. In all this chaos, I burst out laughing.

Wall Street, eh? I bet you'll try and break 'em all down, won't you?

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