"I don't know, but I'll go find out," he says walking quickly from the room. I hear what sounds like a fight, and something or someone falls to the ground. I begin to panic and worry about the sounds coming from the other room. I hear several shouts and grunts, and I decide that I should be there even if I'm injured. I sit up and then proceed to stand. I groan as my skin stretches and causes pain in my wounds. I stumble from the room toward the noise. I see three people in the hall wrestling, and I recognize one person instantly. Then the other two come into form, and I realize it's a scuffle between Jim, Brandon, and Kellin. I'd normally throw myself into it, but I'd rather not get more hurt right now. I decide to just watch, and I might intervene by screaming in a minute. For now, though, I just stand and watch. It's like one of the fights that would happen on a playground back in the days when the world wasn't upside down and apocalyptic. After a few minutes Brandon somehow gets out of the tangle and runs for it.
"Brandon, stop now!" I scream so loudly that my voice threatens to crack. All heads turn my direction, and I keep the stern look on my face as they look shocked. I'd love to laugh at them though. "Back to your spot. Someone tie him up. If I'm bothered again I will stab the person who disturbs me. I watched the whole thing after Kellin left, and I came out to see this. I am not happy," I growl. They all move quickly to escape my wrath, especially Brandon. He sprints for Jim's office, and I stand tall and stern waiting for Jim to follow him. It appears though that they are too stunned to move. I clear my throat loudly, and they both take off. I smile proudly, and when they've both went off to take care of Brandon I turn in a small circle to make sure the hall's clear. I head to a women's bathroom and take a good look at myself. I looked like a wounded soldier, and I don't see how it doesn't hurt really badly. I see splotches of blood where the wounds are, and I notice some look more dried than others. I move my arms and that's when I notice my wrists don't have scars like they should. I decide not to panic, but I get a strong urge to check where I hit my head on the bus ride. I brush my hair back from the spot, and I gasp when I see there's no scar there either. I check other places where there should be scars and see they've all disappeared. I take a deep breath and refuse to let myself panic. I'll show Kellin, he'll say they're there, and I'm hallucinating. I turn and walk from the women's restroom, and I walk into Kellin on the way back.
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Broken World
Teen FictionWhile Zoe, Delilah, and Max are on their way to a summer camp the weather begins acting weird. Afterwards they are stuck on a bus for a few hours, and when they finally arrive things aren't as they seem. Strange things begin to happen, and the adult...
