A couple of minutes after sitting down, he fixed my arm. Noah just popped it in easily. It's astonishing seeing it click. Ron's all fixed up, but still unconscious. How bad is the pain, that he passes out for this long?
"We need to leave the country." Kyla suddenly says. "What?" I blurt out. "They're hunting us down now. If we don't leave, it's guaranteed that you'll die before you end the school year."
"What about my grandma? She'll get a heart attack if she figures out that I'm gone."
"It's four-thirty am, she doesn't know yet."
"She will in about five hours."
"How did she not know that her own granddaughter has been trafficking drugs and doing all this for the past year then?!" She yells.
Noah hushes us. "I don't want my roommate to know about gang members having a nice, friendly chat about their grandmother." Kyla eyes him with annoyance. "I clearly have wants too, you know. You should be thanking me."She sighs. "It's a miracle that you're even awake."
"You're welcome." He replies. "Guys," I interrupt. "How are we going to escape?"
"By plane." Kyla responds. "Without plane tickets and criminal records?"
"Trust me, I never had a criminal record. If I did, I would've been kicked out of that crappy school."
"How about Ron?"
"He has a lot of them, but the gang knows about me and Ron already. He can't leave. He has to go to jail to avoid getting tortured." I glance at Ron, laying unconscious. "Why?"
"They going to torture him to find out where you are."
"No, It's not that. Why am I this important, that they have to find me?"
"It's 'cause you're going to snitch on them."
"Plane tickets?"
"I have another friend, she's a spoiled kid."
"Kid?"
"If you keep being a pain in the neck, I won't help you."
I shut my mouth. It's best to just stop talking in general. "Wow, you take things way too personal, don't you?" She laughs. I fake a giggle, which almost sounds like two forced exhalations with an awkward smile. She loosens her smile.
"Let's go, Ron can stay here, when he wakes up, tell him to go to jail." Noah gives us a thumbs up and a 'good luck' smile. We leave the house and race walk to the minivan. "This isn't going to be a long ride right?"
"Lucky for you, it's not that long." She smiles.
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They Are Stars
Historia Corta(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
