All The Sinners

Willow walked down the hall of the new school - she was the new girl and being that she'd come from new york everyone seemed to be talking about her. As she walked into the choir room her heart thudding, surprisingly it was empty but she came here so she could get the sheet music she'd need so she could start prepping for the seasonal concert. "Hello?" she said and peeked seeing someone in the office he seemed to be wearing earphones so she walked over and attempted to get his attention.

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Adrian was tired of his rivals fucking around, they were always on his property but he couldn't stand for irt anymore, he sent a couple of his guys to teach them a lesson then sat back in his chair; of course his life was easier than most when there wasn't a gun pointed at his head but he somehow managed to keep calm. That was part of the reason why he was leader and not someone else, he would be damned if anyone tried to take his freight, he'd spent a long time building his reputation no one was going to tarnish. He looked up seeing his mousey delivery girl walk into the room ,"Ah you're on time, I have a package for you to deliver," he said to her.

Travis' work seemed endless; the pile of documents never seemed to go down. And even still, he sifted through the calmly and quietly, almost rhythmically. The day was long and quiet, and Travis remained relaxed in his own detached state of mind. He was tired, as shown by lowness of his eyelids and the lengths of breath. Tired, but at peace. That was until he felt the looming of someone entering the room. He removed his earphones, turning to the girl whom he did not recognise. His expression remained indifferent.
"Can I help you, dear?" He asked, his voice soft and melodic, and mildly condescending. The corners of his mouth perked almost unnoticably into a smile.

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Hazel hated this building. She hated the people in it. She hated herself for returning. She struggled to remember the first time, but the reasons were still fresh in her head. Her father is sick, and her mother already gone. Her part-time job would not cover healthcare, and her father needed medicine. And so here she was again, spending her time as an errand girl for some sort of dictator drug lord. The building was worn out and poorly lit; a property purchased only with the purpose of housing gang business. She walked into the study quietly, shutting the door behind her. A delivery, again.
"What is it?" She surprised herself by asking this. She had never asked before; she wasn't meant to. Perhaps it was her current, irritated feeling which caused the thoughtless question.

"I was told to come here after my last period so I could talk with you about getting the sheet music for the seasonal concert - I can read music so I can practice on my own time," she said to him with a sweet smile, she brushed a bit of hair out of her eyes as she looked at him. For a teacher he was actually quite attractive but she held her stance professionally. She was a Junior in high school and she didn't need any kind of rumors ruining her chances of getting into Julliard.

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"It's none of your business collect the fee - it should be seventy thousand dollars total, it'll be in a backpack and no one will question you on your way back .Do not stop for anyone or anything keep going, do you understand?" the man said to her as he licked over his lips.