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1-2 My Value

Date: August 20-26
Place: Unregistered Island

[Noel]

A fire? No.

I glanced at the window where I saw something bizarre. Green?

"Isn't the rain supposed to be clear?" I murmured.

People have been running to the fire exit and others in some directions I'm not familiar with. Some holding their ears and talking.

"Roger that"

"We'll be there in a minute"

Students have been running past us saying those words.

I stare back at Patrick who's shaking from whatever he sees on his phone.

"We have to go, " as he stood up, grabbed my arm, and we ran to the fire exit with a crowd of people.

"What's going on?" I tried asking him, and once is enough.

"Just run" he replied.

I did what he told me to and ran, he still hasn't let go of me and clasps my wrist even tighter.

Running straight, turning right and left, running down some stairs, and bumping into people.

I can't see their faces quite well because it gets darker when we go deeper down.

A basement?

I can see a big white door lies far away in front of us. I let go of his hold and blurted something ridiculous.

"Why are you going to such lengths for skipping class?" I said.

. . . . . ?

Patrick just stood there, puzzled. Then he laughs.

"What are even you saying?"

I sighed, relieved that he broke the anxiety that's been piling up.

"Just slow down, " I said.

"Okay"

Wearing his best smile, but the word troubled is written all over his face. I followed him, half running and half walking. Until we arrived at a big metal door. People came to halt and take a glance at me from time to time as we wait.

"What are you staring at? Am I that handsome?" I whisper.

Patrick hands me a long piece of fabric.

"Can you put it on?" he says as he talks to some people around us.

I didn't know what to do with it. I simply put it around my neck and tied it like a cape. People started snickering and some are hiding their laugh.

"Like this?" as I made Patrick turn to me.

He didn't look pleased.

"Your eyes. Cover your eyes, genius" he replied.

My eyes? I did what he asked and put it on as a blindfold, totally blocking my vision. And the second I put it on I hear the doors open.

Whatever their secret is, they don't want me identifying it. Footsteps and whispers are all I can hear as Patrick grabs a hold of me and run.

"I promise to explain everything, once we go to safety, " he said.

[Patrick]

He was really confused and doesn't have any idea of what's about to occur. But still, he covered his vision and trusted me as I grabbed him by the arm and ran.