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Some teens doing some stupid illegal things goes horrible wrong.

•It’s Illegal?•

Run.

Run. Run.

Run. Run. Run.

That was my only thought as I sprinted away from the sirens wailing close by. My friend ran by my side, panting, her face blood-stained.

That was my only thought as I sprinted away from the sirens wailing close by. My friend ran by my side, panting, her face blood-stained. We were so dead.

I pulled her into a small area of dense shrubbery, and we caught our breath. "What the hell was that?" She hissed.

I pulled her into a small area of dense shrubbery, and we caught our breath. "What the hell was that?" She hissed. "Looks like we've been dragged into doing something illegal," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Wait, exploding the White House is illegal?" She asked. Seriously? A look of realization dawned on her face. "Now I hear how wrong that sounds," she said.

"Wait, exploding the White House is illegal?" She asked. Seriously? A look of realization dawned on her face. "Now I hear how wrong that sounds," she said. "Uh huh. Where are we going to go?" "Okay just to be honest, President Grey deserved it,” she said. I agreed.

He was about to declare war on the freaking CANADIANS, and he sent laws saying women did not have rights to do pretty much anything, as well as the slaughter of female children, non-whites,and all people in the LGBTQIA+ community.

He was a jerk.

So me and a few others set up some bombs under the White House, and detonated them, which resulted in half of the White House being destroyed, as well as hospitalizing Grey himself.

So me and a few others set up some bombs under the White House, and detonated them, which resulted in half of the White House being destroyed, as well as hospitalizing Grey himself. How is that illegal?

Now we were running for our lives, in the middle of Rhode Island.

Now we were running for our lives, in the middle of Rhode Island. "You have a point."

So, that was the end of THAT conversation.

So, that was the end of THAT conversation. "We know you're here!" A voice shouted.

Crap.

"Bree," Livia hissed.

"Bree," Livia hissed. "Stay," I ordered. The footsteps approached the area of bushes we were hiding in. "Come out. Now." The bushes were stripped away and we were lifted into the air.

"We surrender!" Livia yelled.

"We surrender!" Livia yelled. "You're already put to a death sentence," the soldier said with no emotion.

"We surrender!" Livia yelled. "You're already put to a death sentence," the soldier said with no emotion. "Coming from a MALE who gets all the benefits," Livia spat.

"Liv, shut up," I muttered.

"Liv, shut up," I muttered. "Come on. You're to be killed next week."

Livia rolled her eyes, and flipped a sign you wouldn't need to know sign language to understand. "You little..."

He hit Liv in the head, hard. She crumpled to the ground with a sickening crunch. The soldier turned to me, and raised his gun.

The last thing I saw what the gun speeding toward my face.

Then black.

•Should I do part two?•

Thx for reading!

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