Jonesy felt out of place when he was at war. He was either much better at fighting than others, or he was much worse.

It really didn't mater to him though, as long as he didn't die.

Jonesy sighed as he hid behind a rock. I wonder what Nikki's doing now, he thought.

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Meanwhile, it was 3:30 p.m. at the mall. Nikki was out of school, and immediately drove to the mall.

Nikki's older sister was standing outside the mall. Nikki didn't hang out with her sister that much, due to her sister's drug problem. Nikki's mom frequently explained to Nikki not to follow in her sister's footsteps.

"Hi, Nikki."

"Hello, Hannah. Are you high today?"

"For your information I'm not."

"So you're gonna get high soon, is that it?"

"Nikki-"

"Hannah, I don't want to talk to you."

"I heard about your boyfriend. Mom told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't need to know."

"Do you want to smoke a joint with me?"

"No, Hannah. I have no wish to get high."

"It might make you feel better." Hannah lit a joint, and extended it out to Nikki.

"I know I'm gonna regret this." Nikki took the joint in her hand, inhaled, took it out, and exhaled.

"Now let's have some sister time, O.K?"

Nikki felt the high approaching. "O.K. Let's talk."

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Jonesy was suffering from Nikki withdrawl.He needed to call her.

He found the safest place on the battlefield, took out his phone, dialed the number, but no answer was heard.

Little did he know that Nikki was not answering her phone because she turned it off so she could get high and bond with her sister.