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Braylee's POV:

I run as fast as I can down the now crowded street. Has the color festival started already? How else can a street go from crowded to not crowded? I push through people, and turn around to see them blocked off by a huge group of people.

My legs start getting tired, but I keep pushing myself farther. Only to turn around to see Louis, Liam, and Zayn on my trail again.

I take a right, and see this street is not crowded with people like the other. Out of the corner of my eye, I see them getting faster. My mind is clouded, but I try my best to think of how far my apartment is. It's about a block, or two away from here. I can do it.

I start sprinting a bit faster, taking my last two steps, as I throw open my front door, and slam it closed, locking it. I run around the whole house, and lock all my windows.

Liam starts banging on the door, "Open up!"

I cower back, and shake my head, knowing he can't see me.

"Fine. We'll wait you out, then. You have to come out sometime, yeah?" Liam taunts.

I don't answer, and sit down on my couch, trying to block their yells out. A couple minutes later, the profanities being shouted, and the banging stops.

I peak through my window, and see Liam, and Zayn standing across the street, watching my house. I don't know where the rest are, though.

As I fall to my bed, I say out loud to myself, "That's my excersise for the year."
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