chapter 10

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I woke up around 8:30. I didn't have any makeup to put on, so I just got up and got dressed. I put on a pair of black, Nike running shorts with a purple shirt and my Nike tennis shoes. I turned on the tv. "breaking news, an 18 year old girl and boy fled Corpus Christi, Texas in the middle of the night." has Dylan seen this? it was already 8:55; I should head downstairs. I grabbed my phone and room key and I walked to the elevator. I pressed the down button and waited. finally the shiny, metal doors slid open. it was empty. I walked in and pressed level 1. the elevator started to move. please Dylan, have a plan. I reached the 1st floor and walked towards the breakfast area. there was Dylan in his blue jeans and Golden State Warriors shirt. he looked as cute as ever. I walked over to him nervously. 'Lord, whatever happens today, keep us safe.' he greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "goodmorning! how did you sleep?" "as best I could considering I was thinking about you, my dying brother, and whoever is chasing us all night." "look, I promise I'll explain in the car." I knew he would. I trusted him and I knew Dylan would never lie to me. we grabbed a quick breakfast and then went back to our rooms. before I slid my key into the lock, Dylan told me our plan. we were going to meet outside the hotel in 10 minutes. I went inside my room and started to gather my things. I put my charger and pajamas into the backpack Dylan had prepared. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I put all my cosmetics into the backpack and walked out the door. I met Dylan outside. we walked towards the car, while doing our best to avoid all cameras. we threw our stuff in the back and climbed in. "alright Sam, let me get out on the road and then I will give you a complete honest answer to any question you have." good because I have a lot, I thought to myself. after about 10 minutes, it was time for me to ask my first question. "who are we running from and why do they want to kill us?"

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