"It's all my fault, Avery! I let my family get taken by our evil president!" I scream. We're far from the robots, in a small field, and I'm still bawling. I'm so angry at myself. How could I let my family be put in such huge danger?
"Don't blame yourself, Char. We couldn't have stopped it from happening. But we are going to help them." She responds cooly and calmly, which are two qualities I do not possess at the moment.
'How?! He's evil, has an army of robots, and he's the freaking president!" I start to freak out even more. I stand up from my spot on the field and subconsciously start to pace back and forth, my hands in my hair. My mind starts to wander, and thoughts come that do not comfort me at all. What if I can't do anything? It's probably out of my control by now. This blunder is inexcusable! Why the heck would I do that to them? If I hadn't begged and pleaded we would be on his side, safe. It's all one-hundred-percent my-
"Charlotte!" My thoughts are interrupted when my name is shouted, making me jump.
"Huh?"
"Please, stop. I know you. I've known you since we were children. Toddlers, even. I know what you're thinking. Don't blame yourself for this."
"How? No matter what, this will always be my fault! I begged and I pleaded to be on the opposite side. None of us liked the President, but we were going to stay with him anyway, just to play it safe," I can feel the tears start to stream down my face yet again as I continue. "because they didn't want this to happen. Avery, you don't understand. All my life I've been the good girl, the goody-goody, the wuss, the goody-two-shoes, because I didn't cuss, I followed the rules, heck, I didn't even say the lord's name in vain! I thought doing this would change that. I'm not sure if it did, but sure did change something else. It changed for the worst.
My family, they mean the world to me. There is not one possible thing in this lifetime I wouldn't do for them. I'd catch a Grenade for each of them. But look what I've done now. I did this to them! It is all, completely my fault! And there is nothing, not a single thing you, or anybody can do to change that! I don't know what I was thinking, but they, definitely do NOT deserve this! But silly old me has to come along and shove them right into the arms of the other side!" As I finish, my hands are too wet from my tears to dry my eyes. Avery pulls me I into a hug and tries to calm me down.
"Char, you are thinking of this entirely wrong, okay? Now, the sun is starting to set. We need to find someone else on our side so we can figure out what to do for food, shelter, and whether we run for the night or settle somewhere. I need you to calm down, grab your bag, and walk with me. We'll talk later." She gently uses her hands to dry my eyes and cheeks a little.
I nod, walking towards my bag. I want to find somebody on our side that would actually help and understand, but I doubt that will happen. I pick up my bag, and as I turn around, I try not to laugh. When Avery thinks really hard, she has the most hilarious facial expression ever.
"Whatcha thinkin' bout there?" I say, trying my hardest not to laugh, in failure.
"You've told me my 'thinky face' is disturbing and funny, but is it really that bad? I mean..."
"Don't take it so seriously," I laugh "anyways, you say we're supposed to find someone else on our side, but how? Just walk until we find someone?"
"Char, I know what to do, and how to do it. Just trust me, okay?" Avery's response kind of surprises me. Don't even ask, it just does.
"Okay. Let's do this."
We start to walk around. All I do is follow Avery. I guess Avery really does know where we're going, because she shows absolutely no signs of dubiousness. As it turns out, she was leading me to a place I'd never been before. It was a field, just like where we had previously been, but it also had a lot of trees, and it had a beautiful little stream. There was some people there, several boys our age, two girls, seven adults, and two kids. One looked about seven, the other looked four. There was also some older kids. Three preteens, two girls and a guy, and four teens. They looked about thirteen, possibly fourteen. Two of each gender.
"Charlotte, meet the crew." Avery suddenly says. She knew these people?
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Author's note!!
So you've met the crew! Okay not exactly, but you know there's a crew! Sorry this took forever. But good news! I'm writing two new stories! One is a Zayn fanfiction, the other is a love story! Thanks for reading! I know, it's really short, I'm sorry!
Peace and love! Mwuah!
-Karlee!!!
