Chapter 24

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January 5th, 2018 11:26 am

Time grows and time repeats, even if we don't want it to. sometimes we say things that we don't mean and we want to be forgiven, but other times we know what we're saying and we mean it. just like there's pros and cons, the positives and negatives, the up's and downs and finally the highlights. we give so many names to the positive's and negatives for example: good, bad, wonderful, horrible.. I could go on and on and never finish this story but judging by the time, we don't have a lot. so what are the pros and cons of being Maya Stewart?

pros: working with youtubers, meeting them, standing up for what you believe is right. total=3

cons: being hunted every day, taking chances, death, a fate worse then death, getting caught, torture, having officers breathing down your neck every day and night, being almost homeless, having no idea if your family is alright, the rules, no outside friends ,etc. total= 11

the up's and downs are not equal, obviously, and in this type of situation there's no rainbow after the storm.

November 27th, 2016 10:07 pm

I walk into the main room to find everyone running around and busy, like usual.

"Oh hey, Maya!" marzia yells, everyone's attention turns to me as I walk to minx.

" Hello." minx says as she sets some blueprints on the table, how did we get the table? you may ask. well Dan and Phil disabled some alarms in a furniture store and they 'borrowed' it.

"Hi" I say as I look at the blue print. none of it makes any sense to me. "what's this?"

"Oh, that's just a idea, we were thinking about placing a bomb under a few gallows..." minx trails off.

" That's terrorism." I say.

" And I'm from another country."

" That made a peace treaty with ours."

"You were never seen for a month and you think you have the right to tell us what to do? huh, do you?" minx yells in anger.

" Actually a few people saw me, but it was rare." I say and close my eyes counting to ten before opening them to see minx still angry. " But I just came out to say, I'm going back to California. just for a few months and if I'm not on the news, I'll be fine." I say as I watch her expression soften a bit. " Besides, judging by what happened a minute ago, you'll do fine without me."

" But what about spray painting?" wades voice cuts off minx's reply to me.

" I'll spray paint, just not as much, and to get to California I'm going to be taking the bullet train, all I'm going to be doing is going to the state and seeing if my mom and brother is alright." I say as I watch minx's facial expression.

" fine, but you better be back by the end of this week."

" I said a few months, I'm going to California and then traveling all over the west side and I'll come back when I feel like I need to." I say and silence mixes with the tension.

"Okay, fine, but we wont save your ass if you get caught." minx says, I grin.

" I don't care if I get caught or not, I just want there to be no more rules and no one having to live in fear." I say and pause. " You guys need to get weapons.."

"How should we do that?" krism says in a sarcastic tone.

" One of the people who haven't showed their face should get a job, a officer and gain their trust to the weapons room." I say and everyone seems to nod in agreement to that. " So I guess this is good bye." once again silence enters the blanks, but its a peaceful silence.

" I guess so." cry says.

"Good bye." I say as I walked to the door and opened it.

"W-wait!" mark yells as he ushers me out the door and closes it behind him. after a minutes a torch lights up in the darkness casting shadows on the walls. "You need some one to guide you to the exit, someone who knows these tunnels well." I smile at him as I adjust the strap of my bag and walk with him towards the nearest exit.

"Mark." I say once we reach the ladder.

"Yes?"

"If you guys get in trouble, you are the one to lead everyone out, okay?" I ask and he nods, I hug him for a minute before letting go and climbed the ladder.


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