The sunlight is keeping me awake during our last trip. I watch the sun rise up to tower above the trees. I bet the highway is so nice to just drive on, despite the heavy traffic. Everything's just so serene compared to yesterday. I glance at Kyla's shirt every so often, to check if the tears are still there, staining her black shirt.
Suddenly, I hear a gunshot. Kyla curses. "It's them." She keeps her eyes on the road. "We're close to the airport. "Kyla, we can't out run them, they have guns!" I exclaim. "Did you not think I realized that thirty seconds ago?"
"We can't lead them to the airport, we have to report them to the police."
"I don't want to get arrested, alright." We speed up, as more bullets fire. The sound of police sirens fill the air. She cusses again. She switches lanes, as the cars in front of us form into a maze. I spot the car with the gang members through the rear-view mirror. "They're getting too close!" I yell hysterically. Blood splatters on the dashboard. The minivan swerves to the left, and everything hurts. Even my heart, literally and figuratively.
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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...
