(yeah, I know, and it isn't very logical, but oh well
I'll write another part)

Mays long straight black hair waved behind her, while the two girls ran. "we're almost at the city, we should calm down." Xena said. The two girls slowed down, and catched their breaths (idk for sure if this is right). "I hid some stuff here, come" Xena said, and pointed at a little bush. She digged a little, and a plastic bag appeared. She opend it and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, a sweater and lipstick. She gave one of the sunglasses to May, but put the sweater on herself, since May had her shirt, and put lipstick on, and then handed it to her friend. "It's just an half hour trip if we take the train. I have money to buy tickets, let's go!"

May grabbed her hand, but then pulled her into a hug. "we gotta go, fast!" She said. Xena took the toplayer off from her clothes. "put this on" while May changed, Xena dragged the body in the cell again. There was still some blood, but that wasn't as notable as a whole body. Xena gave May a few knives, and they started to run -silently- to the exit.

And eye pencil, and eye shadow and stuff

mAMAAA JUST KILLED A MAN

I don't think you know what anorexia means. If somebody is really skinny, he/she doesn't have to have anorexia. If somebody is overweight, he/she can still have anorexia.

Most of you*

Maybe a more smoother name? Like... Phyre, Scarlett, Jade, Xena... All writers should decide. And what is her appearance?

I don't think much people speak Russian, so please translate it to English. Ik ga toch ook niet zomaar Nederlands praten?

"damnit" she said, looking at the wound in her shoulder. She was at her appartement. She growled, because she was so angry. "how do I get the bullet out?" She knew it wouldn't be nice if the bullet would stay. "I can't go to a doctor. I can't get it out myself. What do I do?" She new she couldn't trust anybody. Except... May. She met her at karate training, and they became friends, trained together, learned new fighting sports. Until May killed somebody, and got arested, she was strapped in the building. "I got to get to her. She is the only one I trust and love. I must make plan to get her out of prison."

Don't have it. Tumblr? Email?

I want to listen, but not here. How can I contact you?

Not cold! First warm, and the slowly colder, but never cold! It should be at room tempature. And not directly ON the wound.