As soon as I woke up, I took my headphones out of my ear and checked the time. Three hours, I slept for three hours. Why had Oliver let me sleep so long? Surely he had seen that I was having a nightmare. I was going to kill him one of these days, but not today. I looked around for him so I could slap him, but he was nowhere to be found. There, outside the room, he was talking to Nada. There were four hours until I got my new arm and probably ten until I could leave. I counted down the time while playing solitaire. Yay I won, again. Grabbing a candy bar from the backpack, I ate it while counting how many A's were on the package. There were sixty-eight.
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The Queen Of Spades
ActionWhat do you get when you mix an orphaned teenage spy fighting Nazi assassins with the melodramatic high school life of Ellsworth, Maine? A bloody mess (literally). But what happens when civilians get caught in the cross hairs? And what will it take...
