Chapter 11:
Going A-Wall:
When you moved, I felt squeezed with a wild infatuation and protectiveness. We are one. Nothing, not even death, can change that.
―Suzanne Finnamore, The Zygote Chronicles
Sunday November 22nd, 1 pm:
Gwen's POV:
"What are we going to do?" Courtney whined. She's been irritating the shit out of us for days now. It's really fucking annoying.
"For the eighth time, I don't know!" I snapped.
"What if he hurts us?" Courtney said.
"How the fuck should we know?!" Jo growled from cell four.
"You know I'm very tolerant of people." Dawn stated. "But your starting to piss me off."
"And what are you gonna do about it?" Courtney snarled. "Read my 'aura' as you would say?"
"Well right now your aura is dirty green, which is the color of spite."
"Whatever. Read Gwen's aura instead of mine, will ya?"
"Sure." Dawn really didn't get that Courtney was being sarcastic. "Her aura is a mixture of charcoal gray, black, and emerald green."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"The black stands for fear." Dawn replied. "Charcoal gray stands for depression, and emerald green stands for fertility."
"Dawn, did you just say fertility?" Bridgette asked, sounding horrorstruck.
"Correct." Dawn responded. "That is precisly what I said."
"Fertility means children. Gwen, are you pregnant?"
"Yes." I sighed. "I am."
A couple of the others gasped.
"Gwen, you can't have an eating disorder when you're pregnant!" Bridgette told me. "It'll harm you and you and Trent's kid!"
"I know." I started to cry. "I want to stop I just don't know how!"
"As soon as we get out of here, we'll help you get the help you need."
"Thanks, Bridge."
"At least I'm not the only pregnant teenager here!" Courtney blurted out from behind me.
"Courtney, your pregnant too?" I asked.
"You and me both, Gwen." She replied. "Just us."
"Actually, Bridgette is pregnant too."
"Gwen!" Bridgette scolded.
"Oops, sorry."
"Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder." Courtney said. "They did."
For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
―Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
Sunday November 22nd, 3 pm:
Mike's POV:
"Okay everyone, listen up!" Chris said at the beginning of our meeting. "We will have no unexpected surprises today, so let's get down to business. I want you weirdos to take ten minutes, and come up with a plan to find this psycho, and get the girls back."
We all huddled together.
"Anybody got an idea of where this guy is?" Noah asked.
"Maybe they're underground." Harold suggested.
"Idiot." Duncan coughed.
"Hey!"
"Anyone else?" Noah asked.
"Maybe he's hiding them in like an abandoned house." Cameron suggested.
"It's a possibility." Noah said.
"Hey, did you guys hear about that deserted prison in the woods?" Harold asked.
"Not now, Harold!" Noah snapped.
"Wait, he has a point." I cut in. "Where else would a killer hide hostages than in a jail?"
"That's it!" Cameron realized. "He's hiding them there, in the woods!"
"Time's up!" Chris called out. "What do ya got?"
"Sha-Mike and sha-Cameron think the girls are being held in a sha-prison in the sha-woods." Lightning said in his usual weird ass talk.
"Okay then!" Chris said. "We'll come up with a plan, and save those girls!"
You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.
―Megan Chance, The Spiritualist
Sunday November 22nd, 4 pm:
Jo's POV:
"Okay, so what are we gonna do?" I asked.
"We're gonna have someone escape, and find the others, and tell them where we are." Dawn replied.
"Who's gonna go?" I asked her.
"You, Jo."
I froze in my tracks. "What?"
"I can fit my hands through the bars, and grab the keys on the wall, and I'll let you out. Clear?"
"What if I get caught?"
"You won't. I have faith in you Jo."
I glanced towards the cell.
"Alright. I'll do it."
Dawn snaked her arm through the bars, and snagged the keys. She pushed the key into the hole, and pushed open the cell door.
"Dawn you are amazing." I complimented her as I stepped out of the cell, and replaced the keys on the wall.
I slunk towards the door, and opened it slowly. The sunlight greeted me like an old friend. I stepped outside, and shut the door behind me, and took off running.
Look out Wawanakwa High, Jo's is back!
Later on, I was still walking through the woods. I smelled like pine needles and fresh grass. I felt really tired because I got absolutely no sleep last night because everyone just kept bitching all through the night.
As I fell asleep, there was a loud BOOM!
Then, everything went black.
"The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off."
-Gloria Steinem
Sunday November 22nd, 4 pm:
Mystery POV:
BOOM! The bomb went off, right under Chris's car. I know how much he loves that thing. I hate to admit it, but son of a bitch, that thing goes fast.
There was a loud scream from nearby, a kid with shaggy brown hair was staring at the scene of the crime... was that him that screamed?
"What the hell are you screaming about Noah?" A punk teenager asked walking out of the school.
"In case you haven't noticed Duncan." Noah snapped. "Someone blew up Chris's car."
"Woah, whoever blew up his Mustang is gonna get it."
"MY CAR!" Chris screamed.
"Well, we're fucked." Duncan said.
"WHOEVER DID THIS TO MY BABY IS GOING DOWN!" Chris shouted. "DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL GET YOU IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"
Oh Chris. I thought evilly as I slunk away. You have no idea what you're in for.
A/N: I feel terrible. I basically abandoned all of you for what? Two months? Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I had school, homework, tests, exams, my mom got her second divorce... yeah lots of stuff. I'm deeply sorry. I'll try to update sooner.
Random fact of the day: Did you know "Mal" is the word "bad" in French? I'm really good at French class, and just realized that while writing this.
Oh I'm also putting the girls' weeks at the end of each chapter.
Bridgette: 10 weeks
Gwen: 6 weeks
Courtney: 2 weeks
So I hope I haven't lost you guys!
LittleMissFanGirl14