All Bex did was look at me like I was insane. And I couldn't blame her. I could hardly believe I said those words myself. "Cammie, are you insane? I know it's hard to believe, but Zach's dead…" she whispered the last few words, not wanting to hurt my feelings. "Is there any evidence?" I snapped at her, then instantly regretted it. "No, but the building fell on him! Who could survive that?" I almost cried. "We have to atleast check! Atleast claim his body!" I almost yelled, and Bex put her hand over my mouth. "Fine! But we'll need to get a ride—and some food." I couldn't blame her for that.
"We'll leave once their done looking." So we waited a few more hours until we were sure they were done searching our area. We quietly exited the tree trunk and ran into town. Whenever somebody came by, we would look down or hide. We finally got to the gas station and we searched our pockets. "I have a dollar." I said, still rummaging through my pockets. "I have five. Let's go." We opened the door quietly but the bell still rang through the small store. We looked around to see they stocked A LOT of snacks and had a wall full of drinks. The cashier was listening to his Ipod while trying to light his cigarette. We looked for a minute then hid behind a shelf when someone came in. He looked familiar, and we didn't want to take the chance.
He walked up to the cashier, who looked drunk at the moment. He pulled out his headphones and stared at the man. "Can I help you?" his voice was dry and sounded like he didn't care. He looked that way to. "Have you seen two teenage girls that look like this" he held up a couple pictures, "around lately?" the cashier studied the photos for a few moments before speaking, "Yeah, actually I have." Bex and me slid farther down to the floor, feeling the defeat in the air. "They came in a few moments ago, I don't see them here right now though. They must have left." He put the headphones back on and blasted the music. The man sighed and left, but had a suspicious smile on his face. "Was that a pro?" Bex stared at me. "Not sure, it defiantly didn't look like the ones we've seen earlier." We then grabbed some cheese doodles and a couple waters and pulled the hoods up to cover our face. We walked over to the cashier and slammed the money down on the table and left. He didn't seem to notice.
We ran down alleys as we thought every moment about what would happen. We would get caught eventually, but then what would happen? What would we do when we find Zach's body? Are our friends going to be okay? But our thinking stopped when we got to the airport. We gasped for air and drank our water. We watched every movement of the guards and the planes. What openings there were and what exits. We drew a plan out on the dirt and Bex went inside to see the flight schedules. She came back, gasping. "We don't have much time! They're leaving in five minutes!" she started running towards the gate that guarded the airport, and I followed.
We climbed over the fence and ran to the luggage car. We hid behind some of the bags and tried to keep our balance as it moved along. Bex found an almost empty suitcase to go in, but I refused. I would rather not be hiding in someone's suitcase. But she did her glare, something I can never beat. So I squeezed in the tight space and she zipped up the bag. I was shocked how the driver did not happen to notice any of this. But I did hear faint singing in the backround.
It took about 10 minutes to finally get on the plane. Five of those 10 to get Bex and me onto the plane. I groaned as I hit the hard floor and bags were thrown on top of me. As soon as we heard the door of the plane close, I unzipped the bag and tried to squeeze out without knocking over any of the other bags. But as I got out, I was happy that I had only knocked over one bag. Just not so happy that I was on the top of pile!!!
I had a couple thoughts before I did anything: A) sit and wait for Bex. B) Jump and possible rat us out or break bone. C) Find Bex. I thought C was okay.
It didn't take me long of opening and closing bags to hear the light screams. And it only took me a second to realize it was Bex. And another second to realize she couldn't get out because she was at the bottom of the pile. I held my breath as I jumped off the pile, collapsing on my side. I surprisingly didn't make a loud bang. I used all my strength to grab the screaming bag from under the pile. She stayed quiet when she noticed I was pulling to help. When it finally got loose enough to get her out, I opened the suitcase. "You okay?" she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Yeah!"
I helped her slip out and I relaxed when we felt the plane moving.