Cynthia's POV
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I wake up.
That's all you need to know.
I woke up.
To nothing.
Maybe to the feeling of restful-ness. Maybe the satisfied feeling of fulfillment of sleep.
No chirp of birds. No sunlight streaming through the window.
After what felt like 3 hours of staring at my beige hotel ceiling, it's gone.
I mean it. It's literally gone.
I see a flash of fire and then black. Blackness.
"Cynthia, Cynthia! Wake up!"
I blink my eyes to see Kenya and her
"We gotta go!!! Hurry up! Grab everything you need, we have to get out of here before it blows!" Kenya says frantically on top of me, her long black hair falling to the side of her cheeks, her ice blue eyes staring into mine with such care.
It takes me a second, but I start to realize the situation.
I get up quickly, my arms and legs sore and burned. I frantically grab my pink, now black Jan sport bag and throw in my favorite articles of clothing and some food essentials.
"Let's leave this dump" I said as I quickly race Kenya to the door.
Her bump is getting bigger.
I can hear my feet hitting the rug, and feel the softness of the red rug tickling the bottom of my feet.
The big shirt and shorts I wore to bed obviously wasn't burn protective considering the amount of burns my body is soaked in and the holes in my shirt.
The hotel almost looks fine towards the front of the hotel.
It's like,
The more we walk,
The better it's gets.
After what was maybe 2 minutes of speed walking, we were there, the exit.
Then I realized something,
"Where is mark?" I ask, semi-but not really concerned.
Kenya nods her head, pain in her eyes.
Ok then.
We enter the outside.
The air is heavy, and almost impossible to breathe in. But we make it work.
Time to start walking.
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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. (...
