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Chapter-Eight: Prayer to the Moon
The whole groups, three guys and one girl --excluding McKenna-- are all staring holes into me now. Go figure. I try my best to shy away from their peering eyes.
"She's the owner niece," she explaines, taking another.
"And why is she here exactly?" a blond chick says, with a harsh tone.
"The same reason why you guys are here." McKenna walks over to a cooler seated right next to them, pulls out a bottle of beer, and places it in my hand. Reluctantly I take it, feeling the cool sting of water dripping down my arm. "To party."
"So i'm guessing you forgot what happened the last time you decided to bring someone along unannounced," a blonde hair guy, who looks awfully identical to the other girl says.
"Hey!" she giggles, shoving him by the shoulder. "Don't be a dick, alright? It was only that one time."
"I'm serious. She's the owners niece. One word of her about what's happening here and we're fucked."
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