Crazy Enough - Chloe L. (surface ebook reader .TXT) 📗

that changed all of their lives. “Students, I would like to inform you about something. I might be risking my life but you must know this. You don’t know what it was like before. In happier times. I’ll start by the presidents. I’ll explain that soon. You see, the first president of the United States of America was George Washington.” Not only was she telling banned history, but she said the “A word.” America. A soldier burst into the classroom and beat her. Right in front of the kids. Cleo, Rytons sister, was in that class. So was Cleo’s best friend, Sadie.
I grabbed the knife out of the bag and stabbed the frozen soldier. He probably can’t feel anything. He quickly disappears after I stab him. What the hell just happened? Bliss and Bryson were there. Laying in the bed asleep. We’re not invisible anymore. The clock was still ticking. everything was fine.Bliss’s eyes fluttered open. It’s better not to tell her. “Flair!” She screamed. I could no longer see her. Or Bryson. I turned behind me. The king. The king was right behind me with a gun pointed to my head. A knife went flying over my head and into the king’s. He disappeared just like the soldier did. She did it. He’s dead. She’s waited all her life to do that. It was that easy. He just walked in here and bam! Dead.I looked back at the bed. She had the phone in her hands. “I deactivated them. Don’t worry. They’re not real but my dad might be able to figure out where we are.” Bliss said. What was she talking about? This didn’t make any sense. Nothing did.
Bliss swore under her breath. “We have to get out. Now.” She grabbed the bag and a few of the bags Ryton left here. “Take these.” She said putting them into my bag. She shook Bryson awake. “Take what we might need and you two get out of here. No questions asked.” We both nodded. She took the leather bag out of my hands and pulled out a lighter. What was she doing? What was happening? “Go!” She yelled and Bryson ran out of the room. I followed. Running. My heart pounding. We ran out of the lobby and into the fresh, cold air. Too cold to be summer. People started running. Screaming. Panicking. “What’s happening?” I asked Bryson. Suddenly, I heard sirens. Bliss did something. What did she do? The whole building burst into flames. She started a fire. Why? “No!” Bryson screamed pushing past all the people. He ran into the fiery building. I waited. Not for him to come back. For him to die.
Police, firemen, and soldiers came. They would save them. They won’t figure out that Bliss did it. They won’t die. Who was I kidding? We’re all going to die. Bryson came out carrying Bliss. They looked disgusting. But I haven’t showered in days. I looked down. I was still in my training clothes. I didn’t brush my hair this morning. I looked disgusting. Bliss looked pretty dead, but she was slightly breathing. Bryson sat down laying Bliss’s body on the ground next to me. He was coughing and burned. Bliss still looked beautiful. He hair stayed perfect and her face is barely dirty. But she looked dead. “Why did you do it?” I whispered even though she probably can’t hear me or answer. She coughed. “To save them.” Save them? Doesn’t she mean kill them? I couldn’t hear my own thoughts because of a huge noise. The building exploded. Not because of a fire. Because of a bomb. People yelled,ran,and sweared. “They got out. I had to save them.” Bliss whispered. I sat down next to her. People were still hurt. Pieces of the building landed on them, but no one died. “I still don’t get it.” I told her. She slowly sat up. “The fire alarm went off. It made everyone get out. The bomb was from him. My dad.” She said to me.
There was a father and his three, small children. One was just a baby. The oldest looked about six years old. They were hugging each other tightly. Crying. Screaming. Hugging. They would have died. Bliss saved them. Bliss saved us. Bliss saved the many people in that building. Bliss is no monster. Bliss is no killer. Bliss is truly a hero. A very brave hero. She could have died. She would have died if it wasn’t for Bryson. He is no monster. He is no killer. He is another brave hero. But no one will know. People are afraid of the fire. And aren’t sure about the bomb. They should be thanking Bliss and Bryson. “Thank You.” I whispered to them. I don’t know why I whispered. It just wasn’t right speaking loudly. They both had puzzled looks on their faces. “For what?” Bryson asked. “Everything.” I told them. “Just everything.”

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Publication Date: 05-27-2012

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