Kenya's point of view
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We wake up in the morning to ice cold air stinging our skin.
The power has gone out.
I peek my head over the bed to see Cynthia cuddled up to Octavia.
"Cynthia" I whisper only hoping to wake Cynthia, but Octavia wakes up instead.
Her soft brown eyes blink open.
"Hi Kenya" she whispers.
"Hi Octavia" I whisper back with a fake smile plastered on my face "the power went out, I wanted to tell Cynthia."
Octavia yawns and slowly taps Cynthia on her shoulder.
I adjust my pillows to where I'm sitting up and let out a long sigh as I do it.
"What time is it" croaks Cynthia.
"Time for a Big Mac" I reply.
Octavia smiles.
I check my phone.
"10:09 am" I say.
Cynthia then gets up and sits at her vanity across the room.
She brushes her shiny blond hair, the scarce light dances on her bright locks.
"Cynthia?" I say, my voice soft.
She turns around and her hair whips back.
"Yes?" She says quietly.
"I'm scared" I say while looking down at my lap.
"Me too" she replies.
"Me three" says Octavia, a smile barely left on her face.
"We have food and water" I state "but the outside world is dangerous, everyone and everything is a threat."
"Going outside is a death sentence.." Cynthia adds, realization is sprinkled in her tone of voice.
I look over to Octavia.
She has tears sprinting a mile down her cheek, but she lets no sob escape.
She looks at me, we make eye contact.
She quickly wipes her tears. She gets up and speed walks to the restroom down the hallway.
"What's wrong with her?" Asks Cynthia in a sassy tone.
"Hmm Cynthia.. lemme think... OH YEAH, I THINK THE WORLD ENDED AND WE ARE SUPPOSED TO DIE WITHIN 7 DAYS" I yell.
Cynthia rolls her eyes.
Sometimes ideas just pop in my head.
Like a balloon.
They just pop, within a second.
And this idea was the definition of a blessing.
"OMG CYNTHIA" I yell excitedly as I get up of the bed.
"What?!" She says, startled by my sudden yelling.
I run to her closet, knowing that her moms old radio was there due to many sleepovers.
I scan the closet, and the tinge of brown catch's my eye.
I hug it in my arms and then place it on the floor in front of my.
I play with the knobs until I hear something.
"Camps.. artificial oxygen.. West Virginia..."
Me and Cynthia both squeal and jump up and down.
We might just make it.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
