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Garrett jolted awake shortly after WIlliam. He had been having the most bizarre dream. SOmething about a killer who's maniacal taste for blood terrorized a village. Gotta hate it when that happens, he thought to himself.
Friday showered and dressed and then went back to the dorm-like room. She made her bed, cursing it nder he rbreath, nobody else was up yet. She went down stairs to the lounge, which was dark and quiet, sitting down on the couch she turned a lamp on and grabbed a book called, Goodnight Mr. Tom. She read the book before, but it'd been the easiest to reach and she didn't feel like getting up to get another so she started to re-read it.
William came out of the bathroom, clean-shaven and ready to go. They weren't that far from the capital, so it wasn't like they'd need too much. He looked around, saw that Garrett hadn't woken up yet, then went upstairs to get him. Garrett, however, was awake. Trying to ge back to sleep, but still awake.
Erie shoved her hands in her pockets, no one was going to pick her up, the ground was wet and the monring air cool. It had been quite a storm last night, a lot of branch had fallen, and everything just looked windswept'. She jumped over a puddle, she didn't want to get her feet wet, it hurt to walk in wet feet adn wet shoes for a long time.
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Garrett eventually drifted off into sleep. Not for long though. A few minuutes after he did, he found himself falling off his bed.
Friday put the book down at looked at the clock, it wasn't even 06:00 yet. She stood up and started to pace the lounge, back adn forth back and forth. She feet treading softly on the worn carpet she realized she had no shoes on. She'd forgotten to put them on after dresing. She turned and started to walk up the stairs.
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"D.amn it!" he yelled out, his head colliding with the floor. He quickly winced at both the pain and the words that had escape his mouth. He had cursed once in front of William and had to do thirty push-ups. Not twenty, but thirty. He could barely move his arms after that disaster.
Erie wished she had some breakfast, her stomach growled, but she hadn't actually brought any food and had no more money to get anything with. She guessed she hadn't thought this whole running away too Washington D.C. thing. She had never been a good planner though.
William heard the curse word, but he paid no attention to it. He had fallen off of his bed at that age, and it would be hypocritical at best for him to persistently pursue punishment for the child.
Erie studied tehs treet sgn, the next town was hours away, not like a town would so her any good. She couldn't buy any food the onlyc hance she had of eating was a soup kitchen. She didn't mind sleeping outside as long as it didn't rain. THe sky was very clear now so she hoped it wouldn't rain again.
Garrettt slowly got up. ajackhammer was pounding inside of his skull, and he could have sworn his head would spontaneously combust if he thought too hard. He slowly made his way downstairs, hoping William wasn't up.
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