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Calla
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Victoria staggered through the trees,checking behind every five minutes to see if she had been followed. She hadn't. Her hearing picked up what sounded like a party. She quickly zipped her jacket,her hand pressed against her wound. Parties meant houses and houses usually had first aid kits. Deep down,she knew she needed more than a damn band-aid,but she was scared and knew she couldn't trust anyone now. She wiped some of her blood off her hands,took a shaky breath and entered the party. All she had to was find the first-aid kit,patch herself up,and get out of there not noticed. Easy right?
She walked through the front door and looked up at the crowd.
She walked through the front door and looked up at the crowd.