Bella: ok......... *she stands up *

Other: best drawer in the whole dang world

I’m not going to do it but I replied to the rp

Bella: they’re grandpa made made they’re bikes O.o
Biker 1: eh I give up

No

Tell me when u wanna continue le rp

Gm

My emotions death,death,hate

Biker: what the hell! *they run after him*
Emma: O.O *she grips on to him tight*
Biker 2: *yeets a motove at them * (idk if I spelled motove right but the grenade thing that bursts into flames)
Bella: oh god.

I must of married art locks cousin or somthin I’m always at a art block

Bella: sure.. *she sort of smiles*why are you doing this for me...?

Emma: f- fine *she takes his help*

Emma: “they happend to me” * he points to a biker gang that kicked her out of a cardboard house she lived in bcus she’s poor* they hurt me so they can se- sell drugs....

It’s ok)

Emma: w% why d- do you wa- want to know h- ho- how can I tr- trust y% you *she’s get in a pose so she can quickly run*

Lol

Bella:*wipes away tears* y- ye- yes *has bruises all over her*

So start*
Bella:*homeless walking alone crying quietly to herself*

Sure

Wanna continue le rp