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They're After Me- Chapter 8I stared at Bobby in horror. "What?" He said. "Did I say something?'' I shook my head. "Its just..... my last name is Romney." Diane squealed. "Oh! A real life mystery!" Bobby flicked her again. "OW!" Yelped Diane. Diane ran out of the room. "Aunt Sarah! Bobby keeps flicking me!" She yelled, as she ran down the halls. Cricket sighed. "Finally! She's gone!" I nodded. "Do you know if a girl named Olivia came here?" Grey eyed Bobby. "She's an angel, right?" I nodded slowly. "Well...." Said Bobby. Cricket gulped. "She died when Aunt Sarah tried to get her." My eyes widened. "How?!" Bobby stared at the wall. "Eraser." That was all I needed. I took a deep breath. A woman with jet black hair came in. She was very pretty. "Bobby? Is she awake yet." He nodded and pointed to me. She grinned. "Oh! Hello!" She walked over to my bed, hand extended. "I'm Ms. Romney, but the kids call me Aunt Sarah." I shook her hand and gulped. "I-I'm Sophia, but you can call me Sophie." I said.
"Oh! Whats your last
They're After Me- Chapter 2The mush they fed all the mutant children was different colors everyday, but tasted the same. Weird, huh? I think its a test. Its very bad, but one day I didn't eat, and I felt very weak. Even though they give us little food, it was the only food. It was either mush, or starve to death.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a clank. I turned to see a small metal cage. We all had metal cages, that were very uncomfortable. Once in a while we were taken out for tests. Everytime I got out, my muscles ached. A small little girl with angel wings looked around in terror. I looked around to make sure no scientists or Erasers were in here. None. I turned to the little girl. "First time at the School?" I said softly. I didn't want anybody to hear us. The girl looked at me in terror. "Y-Yes." I folded my wings underneath me and laid down. That was more comfortable. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I woke up to a ear piercing scream. The little girl was gone. It was her. I picked at my lock qu
They're After Me- Chapter 9The day I woke up in Aunt Sarah and Uncle Roy's house, was the best day of my life. But I knew I would be captured again by the School, poked and prodded by the Erasers, feeding on mush. I laid in bed, staring at ceiling. Bobby, Cricket, Diane, and Grey were sleeping. I sighed and got up. I couldn't just lie in bed. I went downstairs into the kitchen to get me some water. Uncle Roy sat at the table, drinking something I didn't know. "Hey, Sophie!" I smiled and got a cup. "Hey, Uncle Roy!" He smiled. I sat down next to him and looked at his cup. "Tea." He said. I didn't know what it was, but nodded anyways like I knew. I saw a bush move. Uncle Roy saw too. "Sophie, go upstairs, now." He said, his voice full with worry. I grabbed my water. Uncle Roy pulled the cup away from me. "Go! Tell Aunt Sarah they're here!" I nodded and ran up the stairs, two at a time. I ran down the hall into Aunt Sophie and Uncle Roy's room. "Aunt Sophie! They're here!" I yelled. Aunt Sophie sat up quick. "Sophi
They're After Me- Chapter 3Dr. Magruder looked down at the little girl. "I guess." He picked up his stuff and walked out. I closed the door quickly and locked it. I ran over to the table and grabbed a knife. I sawed away at the handcuffs, trying to get them off her hands. The girl looked at me in terror. I kept sawing. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I whispered. I got the first and started working on the second handcuff. I pulled the little girl up. She had been whipped and bruised. I looked around quickly and grabbed her a lab coat. She put the coat on. "My name is Olivia." She said softly. I nodded. "My name's Sophie. I'm here to help you." I helped her put the coat on. We grabbed Dr.Magruder's glasses and she put them on. We grabbed 2 nametags and pinned them to our coats. Mine said 'Kasey LaFluer' and Olivia's said 'Cassity Moone'. We grabbed 'our' clipboards and slowly walked down the hall.
I grabbed Olivia's stopped suddenly. "Lab." I said quietly. I opened the door slowly and looked in. Charts and racks
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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