"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
"Oi! Adelaide?"
A light push on my shoulder.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!"
My eyes flutter open. Blinking away my sleep, I find Harriet crouching before me.
"What happened?" I sit up, groaning. Sleeping on the hard floor does not agree with my body.
"Looks like your doomsday is postponed for a while." She hauls me up. It is still dark. The moon is slightly away from the middle of the sky.
Probably it's around 2-3 am.
God, I'm an expert in finding time reading the positions of the sun and the moon.
I scoff slightly in my head. I'm way too much talented for my own good.
Sonya tosses a heavy backpack to my chest, knocking my breath out.
"Gentle."
The blond haired girl smiles, shrugging her shoulders.
"Enough of chit-chatting," Harriet whispers to us, "Lets get outta here."
"Teresa?" I ask while I shrug in the straps of the bag.
"She's knocked out just like you and Fiona were, a second ago." Aspen ties her hair in a bun.
My eyes scan the emerald eyed girl among the crowd of girls. Fiona is crouching, tying her shoelaces. I notice that her fingers are moving slower than expected.
I bite my lower lip. I needed to talk to her.
I didn't cheat on Newt. I love him. It was another of my episode hitting me in the worst of time. I mislead Fiona. I hurt her feelings, pushing her away after the kiss last night.
"Lets go, you sticks!" Sonya hisses at us.
We tip-toe past a snoring Teresa, curled up in a ball on the ground.
She looks so small. Who could tell that when awake, she is the psychopathic bitch?
Walking past the sleeping girl, I have this terrible urge to choke her in her sleep.
One burden less in this world.
"Adelaide? You coming?" Sonya asks. I nod and start to follow them, but a thought strikes me.
I crouch beside the sleeping raven haired bitch and trace words on the sand.
Teresa- 0
Adelaide- 1
I brush the sand off my hands as I walk past the girl, leaving her alone, unprotected and with just a packet of dried marshmallows and a bottle of water.
