I was hauled back to base and left alone as the others discussed my prescence. I began to think about what they thought of me. Would they help a stupid fourteen year old girl who thinks she can sucsessfully run away from better living alone. I mean what more can they see in me. I kept catching snippets of their hushed conversation.
"Spy."
"-can't get caught."
"Innocence."
"What if."
"Come on Jetstar it's not exactly Betterlivings style."
"If it was a trap. it would be more obvious."
I am so tempted to run home. To what? School? A dull lifeless life? What am I talking about theese are the killjoys! I just pray they let me stick with them. I closed my eyes to be soothed by darkness, when my peace was interrupted by great havoc. All the people around me abandoned our shelter, in fear of the masked white creatures that invaded our privacy. Faced with terror my concounce screamed to contrasting contreversial phrases.
Better living.
Keep running.
Yet again I found myself to be running. Where I hid. Not a killjoy in sight. In the corner of my eye I saw a bright ray gun, glinting in the light. I grabbed it and held it tight. I felt great power and it brought me a vision of safety. White. Right there infront of my eyes I could see it. A bleach white raygun not that different from my own. It took me a second to realise the danger. Before I could scream I pressed my index finger into the trigger of the gun I held. My breath quickened in fear yet i felt a certain warmth. I cannot deny being proud of myself after defending myself like that! I tilted my head to left to see Funghoul stook smirking in amazement.