Chapter 8: Thursday: The Rebellion
Marissa laid sprawled out with Volchek on his mattress when there was a knock on the door. Volchek sat up lazily and glanced in the general direction of where the knock had come from as Marissa began to stir from her sleep beside him.
“Yo Volchek!” the voice yelled through the door.
Volchek got up, running a hand over his head and opened the door. Revealing a group of dingy looking guys, holding a couple packs of cerveja and cigarettes.
“What’s she doing here?” one guy asked
“Sleeping.” Volchek replied with a grin.
Marissa sat up and looked around the...
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