At night was hard for me;I couldn't breathe, I couldn't control myself,but I did cry. All of this is a sign,"I've got little time left." Fire was long sleep with his laptop on his lap, legs spread out arms hanging from both sides of him. I tried moving towards the door but,"Where are ya goin?" Said a sleepy raspy despise voice sending a chill rush through my spine. He got up and put his hand on my shoulder ,messy hair, free hand rubbing his eyes, yawning, looking down right through me."Walk?" He gave me a are-you-flipping-serious?look or the crap I don't know I haven't slept! He let out a sigh grabbed two jackets, one for him other for me. It was still cold and snowing complete silence on our or my fake walk. He interrupted the silence,"So why were you really sneaking out?" I honestly didn't know why."I don't know." and shrugged. I still feel weak and why shouldn't I like seriously I'm dying slowly at the age of thirteen! My glasses get snow on them which is annoying! Fire stops, steps in front of me looking down at me and says,"I'm sorry."
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Project Alma
Научная фантастикаA 13 yr old girl flees from her "parents", she encounters with a wanted 15 /16 ur old hacker, but runs from him and an army,"The IMMUNES". Well she discovers she's an immune and a rare one she also unfortunately has cancer, she's betrayed and won't...