"Out front! Out front!" The guards yell.
I follow them out.
The air is heavy and I can barely breathe.
"Octavia! Go back in!" Says Daisy, my friend who is a guard.
I ignore her.
I run out to the dead girl.
And I see her face.
"Oh Cynthia, what have you gotten into now" I say as I stand over her dead body, my shoulder length hair by my side and my gun on my belt.
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Ficção Adolescente17 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. (...
