Bianca
I was still fuming at As.shat and his craziness when I heard a soft knock on the door. It couldn’t be him since j.erks don’t knock, they bark in. I only hoped it was someone bringing food. Dang! My stomach was growling, howling, and screaming like a crazy wolf. And it was so dang hot in this room, did Gabriel turn the heat up to t.orture me further? Son of a chihuahua.
As I looked down, I saw the little boy coming in. He was so tiny and frail, yet he didn’t seem afraid — not even when I asked him to not come back. Gabriel was crazy and I was afraid for the boy.
“Joshua, Sweetie, you shouldn’t come here. It will put you in trouble,” I muttered with a sigh.
“But you are my new friend! And I think you are sad and hungry,” he said, taking two cereal bars from his pocket and giving
