Kenya's point of view
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After a solid 5 second smooch, I pulled away quickly.
We are both breathing heavy hot breaths.
I am mortified.
Our lips break.
Her face.
Her face was something I would never forget.
She looked beyond terrified.
Her eyes were wide and her lips still slightly opened, her shiny blonde hair messy.
Her warm palm still set on my face.
I grab her hand and pulled it away.
"We must go" I say as I start to walk off.
She remained in the same spot, still heartbroken.
I don't know why, but I just speed walked out of that target bathroom, tears sprinting down my eyes, but no sobs. Just salty tears.
I guess there is something special about breaking your best friends heart.
I speed-sobbed past the produce section, the rotten fragrance slapping my nose.
Then the school section.
Then the clearance section, practically nothing left.
Then the front target doors.
I quickly forced myself into the shiny black RAV 4.
I didn't feel the tears, but I knew they were there.
"What's wrong?" said the crazy hot guy. He almost sounded genuine.
"Nothing" I said with a sniffle.
He rolled his eyes.
"Why aren't you driving" I ask him, I sound angry and confused and I just know it.
"Cynthia?" He says in a confused tone.
"Oh yeah, right.." I say back, almost feeling bad for forgetting about her.
"Did y'all get in a fight?" He asks.
"Something like that" I respond back.
Cynthia hauls her body into the car.
She looks fine.
Like nothing happened.
The kiss.
Everything.
I don't know if I'm crazy or it's the pregnancy hormones.
He starts the car, and drives.
"Where are we going" I ask silently
and sweetly.
"Somewhere safe" He says.
"The camp? With artificial oxygen?" Cynthia says from the back seat.
"How did you know?" He says in a surprised tone.
Cynthia smiles.
I look at her from the rear view mirror.
Ours eyes meet.
And somehow.
I smile.
And it's genuine.
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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. (...
