Let Me Out Of Here.

When she was born, her slutty parents gave Tylie away to the AAG, a.k.a the Agency of Aborted Girls. Where Tylie got along with all the girls, and had a happy, healthy and fun life. Her best friend ever, Amy who was a month older than her helped her loosen up and have fun. When Amy turns 19, the horror of womenhood begins. She was tooken ot of the joyful unti of the children and into the room of horror. Where all women 19 and older are kept, behind strong, medal bars. Where girls are held in poor care and are raped each day by 5 guys. The next day, Amy visits Tylie, where she tells her what happens, and how horrorful it is.

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2. Sweet Dreams and Discusting Things.

Soon came bedtime, as all the 5's gathered into the 5's bedroom, and the 6's followed into their shared rooms. Every bedroom were especially for their ages. The newborn's slept in one room, the one's slept all in the other and so on. So I went to the farthest room, which was the 18 years old's room. I made sure to save the bed aside from mine for Amy. Soon she came in and comfied herself in her own bed, as I did. I fell into deep sleep.

*9 in the morning*

The morning bell rang, I hated waking up in the morning. I was warm and comfy in bed but I had to get up. The AAG's rules. I slowly awakened and did my usual morning schedule; wake up, rub eyes, stretch get up. It seems easy, doesn't it? Not me, I love sleeping, but Amy was an early bird. I swear, in ways she acts like my twin, but yet were different in weird ways. It is hard to explain. I stood up walking slow, after all my legs feel sleepy and lazy. So I slowly headed out our room and into the cafeteria. Today they served eggs and apple juice. Ew, I hate eggs. Sure you are probably thinking 'They aren't gross! They are amazing!' eh? No, obcourse people say the more you eat it the more you like it. Every time I do try it, it makes me dislike even more. I guess no breakfast for me. But lucky me, our lunch lady is nice,she knows everyone's name and when we eat eggs or anything else I hate, she makes us something different.

I headed to the counter where the lunch lady stood. " Oh, Tylie I know you hate eggs, so I made you some waffles with syrup and some apple juice." She smiled. She was so friendly. I took the plate of waffles and my apple juice and looked around to find Amy across the caferia. She spotted me and smiled and waved at me. I smirked and headed to her table. I waved at Amy, Lauren and Ashley.

I personally didn't tell you what they look like, did I? Well. Amy had dark brown wavy hair reaching to her back, with a mix of blue, brown and grey colour of eyes. And freckles by her nose. Lauren had the light blond straight hair reaching below her shoulders. She had the most prettiest hazel eyes and she had freckles by her eyes and Ashley, she was my cousin. She had blond hair and grey eyes and the clearest skin with glasses. Me? I have dirty blond hair reaching just below my shoulder, hazel eyes with the slightest green surrounding the edges of my eyes and skin that wasn't the clearest, but it didn't look dirty. I admit, I wasn't the hottest, skinniest or fun-being of the gang. All my friends were skinnier than me, prettier and funner. They are what I wish I would be.

I sat down as they greeted me. " Wasap?"

" Vas' up Enleymylie!" I shouted. Enleymylie is our names mashed together-- laurEN ashLEY aMY tyLIE. Make sense now? Good.

" No way! She gave you waffles!" Amy teased. She knew I would get something other than eggs.

" Yes. Other than eating that shit."

" WHAT? Did you offend the most amazing thing ever?" My cousin questionned.

" 'Tis not the most amazing thing ever. It is the discusting thing sitting on the three of your plates." I defended.

Sweet Dreams and Discusting Things.

 

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