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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6.

-𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄-

"I still think we should go back to Savannah."

The seven kids sat around a lunch table with food infront of them, but no one had the appetite to eat. There migth be some.. important things that happened to them since Savannah.. 

"..Alright, let's take some time to think on it again and have a group vote later tonight."      Ashlyn tiredly rubbed her eyes, her face tilted down towards the table. All of them were tired. Looking like walking zombies, with their dark eyebags and tired faces.    "Why not after school?"     Snapped the annoying dude at Ashlyn.      "Because.. I have ballet class today."

"So what? Skip it."

Taylor spoke to her twin with a tired voice, slumping in hear seat.      "Uh, Ty.. We have stuff to do after school too. You have baseball practice and I have a mechanics meeting."       The boy with the glasses averted his eyes, looking down at the ground.     "...I um, I have to help with the flower shop today.."

"See? Logan's busy too."

"Even with what's happening, we can't just neglect school and our future. You need baseball. Let's just wait till tonight-"

Taylor stated as she looked away from her angry twin, looking to the other direction. At the end of the table, sat the giant and the rager next to each other. (Name) had her face burried in her arms, leaning on the table, possibly sleeping. Next to her, was Ben with his hand proped up, resting his face on his palm.. possibly sleeping too. Taylor hoped she didnt speak loudly, not wanting to wake up the two. (Name) and Ben looked the worst out of the seven. But no one looked as tired as the (h/c) haired girl. She didnt sleep ever since the accident. Not before shifting, and not even after shifting back. She was constantly on edge, all day and night. The only source of comfort she had was being close with the group, thats why she was resting now. She was with them. (Name) was trying to get all the rest she could, before having to experience hell all over again.

"We aren't going to have a 'future' if we're dead!"

 As Tyler and Ashlyn began arguing, the poor boys eyes snapped open, his little nap disturbed. He panicked at first, not knowing if it was danger or what, so he calmed down when he noticed that they were still at the table, sitting. He let out a quiet sigh, listening as the two other continued to argue. He was really getting irritated by all the yelling, but he.. didnt want to get angry. So averting his focus from them, his eyes landed on the girl sleeping next to him. he could only see half of her face, because of it being burried in her arms. Her eyes were closed, with the dark eyebags glistening under them. Her breathing was a little uneven, and she would constantly flinch in her sleep. As he never shifted his gaze away from her, his tiredness began to resurface too. Burrying his face into his arms just like the girl next to him, he turned his face into (Names) direction, her being the last thing he saw before falling right back into a light sleep, their elbows slightly touching.