"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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ADELAIDE
The sun is lingering in the horizon and we are all waiting for Teresa like a bunch little puppies for their owner to come.
Another day wasted and I'm still in this mess.
Could Aislinn save my squad? Or what if she was late? What if she got them but WICKED caught them?
I run my hands through the hair in stress, bringing my knees closer to my chest. The panicking thoughts keep on whirlpool-ing themselves in my mind, driving me crazier, making it harder for me to breath.
I should be there, saving them, instead I'm stuck here, trying to save my own skin.
My fingers run over the bracelet, trying to get a hold of my breathing.
Fuck, fuck.
"You always had that with you?" Fiona's voice breaks me out of my oncoming panic attack.
I follow her line of vision.
The bracelet.
"Someone gave it to me. Someone special."
The raggedly chiseled wooden balls sit comfortably around my wrist. A few crystals of sand and dust had stuck here and there, in the rough edges.
I make a mental note to clean it once all this rollercoaster ride is over.
"Your boyfriend? Or girlfriend?" she furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
I wrap my arms around my knees and lay down my cheek on them, facing the dark haired girl beside me. She sits cross-legged on the sand, her fingers playing with the shoelaces of her grey running shoes.
"There was only one girl beside me in the Glade- Teresa. Pretty sure that I'm never gonna think about her more than a manipulating bitch ever in my life." I mutter, knowing that Fiona can perfectly hear me.
"And no, it wasn't from my boyfriend." I let out a soft sigh, slightly rocking back and forth. "It was from my brother. He wasn't my actual, biological brother. We-uh-we considered ourselves to be sibling, he used to call me his sister, and I used to call him my brother."
Fiona nods, a soft smile on her lips. "He sounds thoughtful."
I smile, remembering the pudgy curly haired brunette. "He was. He was like-um-like this shining ray of light in the Glade. He used to easily detect who was feeling blue and would immediately take on himself on making that person feel better."
"Use your left thumb for aiming. Pulled your right hand to the end of the ear, along your jawline." Chuck corrects his stance as I tell him to.
