10 years ago... the JSA and the ISA fought, when the ISA won it changed the whole future. When we start this story, it is in Blue Valley, Nevada in 2020 where Courtney Whitmore the New Girl moves with her step-father, his son Mike, and his daughter...
Seven. "I'm the one in the dark, while others shine their light upon themselves."
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― GETTING UP IN THE HOSPITAL ROOM WAS HARD TRYING TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE WHEN HAVING STITCHES IN YOUR SIDE. As I put my red jacket and underfitting tank top to cover over the bandages, which covered the stitches I received last night from Pat, who indeed invited me to training after school with the others. As I know I should tell Stephaine, but I haven't seen her in two days since she was busy after school.
Near my father were some headache pills as the main headache wasn't going away as I took some before handing the bottle to Henry as I looked back to see the bitch herself standing in the doorway. Knowing partially that she was here to bitch to him about things, and probably ask him to homecoming, as part of me wanted to be asked to homecoming by someone like the brown curly hair young man that I can't get out of my mind.
Rolling my eyes as I walked outside of the hospital room grabbing my bag I glanced back at my brother who looked at me with pleading eyes that wanted me to save me. As I watched through the window not taking my eyes off my brother knowing I shouldn't be so picking on watching him, but then again Cindy is sometimes more of a person who I would so love to get rid of. But then again that would be cruel to....well nobody, but the casket.
Watching as the two hugged, I could kinda feel the reaction of Cindy when she hugged him, like she was angry and kinda hating it. As she seemed almost like she wanted to hit Henry or just walk away and acted like he didn't exist. But something felt off in my gut, and I don't know if it's because I'm going crazy or not.
Taking my bag out to my car I could see Stephaine sitting in it, "So Maya, what do you have to say about your stitches." She said as I looked at her getting in my car gasping pain as she looked at me. "I'll drive." She told me as I hate when others drive my Impala, but I moved over to the passengers. "I will tell you everything later, but I saw these, bad guys." I whispered towards her as she looked over at me.
"Are you bleeding?" She asks as I looked down at my stitches and could see blood pooling from them. "We're not going to school until I take you to my house, and stitch you up. And yes we have time." She told me as we started driving and she handed me a towel from my back as I applied pressure to the cut. "I'm not having you bleed out today. Or anyday. You will live as long as I do Maya." She told me as we continued our way through the town of Blue Valley as luckily I could smile and act like everything was alright.
Groaning in pain she helped me out as we walked through the doors, luckily Helena wasn't here at the moment. She would lecture us, and then give the lecture another lecture on safety and why we shouldn't be wearing hoods. And then she would question who did this, and why. As I was in my thoughts, I flinched in pain getting out of my thoughts feeling a pad full of antibiotics be pressed to my wound.
"Who the hell gave you this arrow wound? Maya?" Steph asked as I laughed it off a bit, "A woman who was Helena's age, and she had a crossbow like her. But she looked fit, like Helena, but let me tell you, she was agile like a tiger. She has been trained, and has been for awhile now. And she had this partner who looked like Jason Doorles." I told her as she glanced at me thinking about Jason Doorles.
