Chapter Seventeen

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A/N: Sorry I didn't post yesterday and sorry that this chapter doesn't have a lot of action. I promise that the next chapter is gonna get a little heated😏

Thank god that Fel and Robbie thought of putting sleeping bags into our backpacks. I lay mine out on the ground. It's actually pretty humid out. No need for a fire. Thank god because the fire would guess us caught. The whole hospital is probably looking for us now but it's worth it. Dylan lays his bag next to mine and spreads it out. He lays down and takes a deep breath. "Thanks for going through with the plan. I couldn't have done this on my own." I tell him. He smiles. "No problem." Fel rolls her eyes. "Ok lovebirds, we need some sleep so can you guys stop flirting?" I laugh and roll over on my side. It isn't long before I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

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I wake up and have to squint my eyes because the bright sunlight is blinding me. I look around to find that no one else is up. I hear shouts. The guards. I hurridly wake up Dylan. "Help me wake them up! The guards are just above the hill!" Dylan wakes up Brian while I wake up Fel. We all grab our backpacks and take off running on the way to town.

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By the time we make it to town, it's dark outside and everyone is starving. "We should eat what we brought before we buy anything to eat." I say. Everyone takes out our last peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Fel spots a hotel just above the hill. We pay for one room and right when we enter it, Dylan slams the door and locks it behind us. "We need to make a plan." He says. "If everyone is searching for us, then everyone knows what we look like. I say we need new looks." Dylan proclaims.

"We should cut our hair, dye it, and get new clothes." I say. Everyone agrees. "Let's go get some hair dye and scissors to do ourselves and tomorrow we'll shop for new clothes." Fel says. "Woah woah woah. I would rather not have my hair looking like a mess. No one knows how to cut hair here." I say. Fel smiles. "I do because my mom taught me." She says. Then it's settled.

When we get to the store, Fel grabs some scissors and we go to the hair section. "They already have shampoo at the hotel so we don't need that." Robbie says. "So what color do you want your hai-" Fel starts to say but is interrupted by the woman at the cash register. "Hey I know you guys! You're the people from the paper!" She says.

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