Dang, that girl is hardcore. From her delicate appearance , you'd think she'd be dainty and girly and stuff, but I just watched her knock out my 22 year old brother with a lamp, and she can't be more than 15. Not to say that I wouldn't do the same in her situation. When I first saw her , peacefully at sleep with her long red hair and little figure, I thought she was pretty. Now , broken lamp in hand, sweat dripping down her face in anxiety, eyes wide and scared but fierce and determined, hair flying out of her braid, not to mention my brother on the floor beside her, knocked out, bleeding on the side of his head, she looks scary. But beautiful. She looks so wild and exotic, compared to her dainty sleeping form , it's like she was a miniature pony that suddenly transformed into a wild stallion. She takes my breath away, and for a few seconds I'm stuck there, staring at her, my mouth agape. Once I manage to tear my eyes from her face, I realize she's walking towards me. With the broken lamp over her shoulder. My first thought is girls with lamps sure are scary, but then I become concerned for what she could do to me with that lamp, based on what she did to Sam. Sam. That gash looks kind of bad. I raise my hands to my chest in mock surrender. "Whoa, Raggedy Ann," I say jokingly, though we both hear the tremor in my voice "slow down. Who says I'm the enemy?" There's a desperate look in her eyes, a look that says she wants to believe me. I plan to use that to my advantage. "You don't want to do this," I say in my most soothing voice, wishing the tremor to go away, "Now why don't we just sit down and talk this out?" She starts to lower the lamp, and I relax , but then she yanks it back up. There's an angry, determined look in her eyes now. I see no trace of the scared girl I saw a moment before. "How- how do I know you're not the enemy?!?" Her voice grows increasingly louder, becoming more confident in her words. "You two- YOU TWO DRUGGED ME!!" She is advancing faster now, more threateningly, and terror runs through me. She's going to do it. I put my hands up all the way, as if begging for mercy. "HOW DO I KNOW YOUR'E NOT THE SAME AS HIM!!!!" She points to Sam , still lying unconscious on the floor. "C-calm d-down,
you-you'll disturb th-the neighbors," I say, my voice shaking. I don't even try to disguise it. Something in it causes her to pause. She looks at me, and I'm trembling, eyes wide in fear. She doesn't use it against me, however, as the Insurrection taught me. It seems to convince her not to hurt me. Poor girl, kindness and mercy are weaknesses where we're going. I'm just thankful I'll be okay. "Okay. Fine. I'll hear you out. 5 minutes. " The words sound harsh, but she looks relieved. She looks down at Sam. "But maybe we should get him bandaged up first."
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It Started With Cherry Blossoms
AçãoLily is just a normal, average, everyday girl. At least she thinks so. The Insurrection, however, does not think so. When Sam and his little brother Michael are assigned to get her and deliver her to the Insurrection, whether she wants to or not, th...
