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☆━━━NOW, LET'S SET THE record straight. If you'd told me yesterday that I'd be hanging out in the sewers with four mutant turtles and a large rat while fighting off Foot soldiers, I would have laughed and asked you what kind of drugs you were taking. But, given the fact that this was my current reality, I could do no such thing.
I was thrown back by a freaking explosion.
This situation was utterly surreal, like something straight out of a movie. I'm pretty sure my little ass flew back in slow motion – like it was all being dramatized for maximum effect. I bet you that's what that author was planning. Like she wanted to see me get hurt – it must be some kind of a kink or something. Do you see how messed up that woman writes my life?
Let me assure you that flying through the air and landing on my back on hard ass concrete was not in the slightest bit pleasant. The floor seemed almost sentient, eager to swallow me up as soon as it got the chance. A crushing wave of vertigo flooded over me as the world around me started spinning, making it nearly impossible for me to stay grounded or even sit up. I felt disoriented and dizzy, with my mind being pulled in a thousand different directions at once, my body incapable of keeping up with my racing thoughts.
Fuck you, author.
"Holy shit, what the hell..." I groaned, there was pain in my lower back from how I landed, but it was a dull ache. I lifted my hand to my glasses, surprised they didn't fly off when I got thrown. I couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by that fact, because any other time they'd fall off just by me simply leaning my head the wrong way. I really need to learn how to wear contacts. I swear if I survive, I will do just that.
Swallowing a thick breath, I willed myself to sit up and climb to my feet with a wavering stance, my heart going into an instant panic at the sight of the damage to the lair and no sign of my sister, "April?!" My voice sounded raw as I cried out, trying to walk, but as you know it my foot caught on a piece of rubble and I nearly face-plant.
