Live wild, flower child

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Enzo's: POV

-Flashback-

July 17th 1998: San Diego

I locked up when the door opened. In came my best friend. I threw a bottle to her. "I hate my family." she said and drank. "Same here, mom behaves like a overprotective lion mother and it's so annoying." I replied. "Welcome to the club." she said. 

(Enzo, 16)

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(Enzo, 16)

(Sarah, 17)

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(Sarah, 17)

I grabbed a bottle and started drinking. I went up on stage and sang Another Bites the dust. "You rock." shouted Sarah.

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After the party went we to the mall and stole clothes and makeup. "We're so bad." I said with a smirk on my face. "If only dad saw me now." replied Sarah laughing. Suddenly, the alarm began to howl loudly and a guard came against us. She took my hand and we rushed out.

"Oh man, we are so in trouble now." I said. "Yeah." she replied. "It's so nice to be bad and don't take shit from people." I said. "I agree and do you want to go another party?" she asked. "Hell yeah." I said.

-End of the flashback-

Thank you glambertybear for being in my book.

I love bad Enzo so much.

I hope you liked the chapter.

~CharlieGlambert

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