I had been taking a walk. That was all it was. Then a girl -

Name : Margo General

S. Orientation : unknown

Status : bad girl of the school

Race : Hispanic-American

Hair color and length : brown, a little past the shoulder

Direct Quote : She doesn't talk. To anyone. Ever.

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- came running past me. Margo. So, I said that. Margo, I mean. Then she turned and said, "Hi, Archer." Then passed out. In the middle of the street. At almost five o'clock in the morning. Right in front of me. Right in front of me.

So, I picked her up, bridal style (with much effort), and walked to my house to get my car. I (with much effort - again) sat her up and buckled her up in the passenger seat, then sat there and waited for her to wake up. Because I didn't know where she lived.

I waited, and I waited, and I waited. Finally, I had no choice but to shake her until she came to.

And boy, did she come to.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Where the hell am I? What the he-" I cringed as she carried on and on. "You passed out. I was going to take you home." "But you don't know where I live." "Exactly." She sucked in a breath. "115774, Maple Lane." I nodded and turned my key.