Guess this is page 7, art is awkward and well yes~ enjoy <333
Page Seven:
I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW IT! To all those people who called me insane, now I KNOW I'm not and they cant prove other wise, I think- still grinning wildly. Sam pokes my shoulder popping me out of my thoughts of victory.
"Ahem," he clears his throat sarcastically.
"What?" I ask squinting to read his face- he is grinning bit there isn't any emotion in it.
"Who helped you figure you weren't crazy?" he asks.
"I don't know what your talking about- so what? you got this too," I hold my arm up; but as I say it I know its a big deal that I am not insane, nor alone. Sam just shakes his head and smiles wider- I feel something rise in the chest and I feel all giddy; like nothing could stop me. I let out a girly squeal and lunge at Sam, wrapping my arms around his neck. He stumbles back and smashes into the shelves behind him with the priceless objects stacked high on each shelf. Everything toppled to the ground, and the things made of glass shatter in to tiny bits of glass that have not been pixelated (which means its modified to shatter into smooth cubes- not jagged shards). a sharp curled piece bounces towards my feet and I jump back, only to step on another shard; and it pocked through my shoe and into my foot.
"OH GOD! I STEPPED ON GLASS!" I yell because if the glass has broken off into my foot it could get in my blood stream and cut me open from the inside out. I shiver at the thought and rip the shard from my shoe, then go to remove my shoe but Sam stops me.
"There's no time, we gatta run!" he grabs my wrist and starts dragging me towards the exit which is blocked by four or so projector-cams- easy to get by so long as they don't pull their spark-lines (its like a web that wraps around you thinly and shocks you badly- enough to knock you out). my foot screams with pain when I clomp it down on the ground with the first step. I wince and bite my lip, taking another step- and the next thing I know I'm running.
Why did I have to jump him like that... what was that anyway? completely lame and humiliating, I think- realizing Sam is the first person that I actually care about how I seem to them. I take in the scene unfolding in front of me. Sirens blaring, red lights flashing, the dimly-lit room not bright as day, Sam's hand wrapped around my wrist dragging me towards the doors, and my foot screaming with pain that could potentially have glass in it.
"Sam! we cant run, they will get us and I wont get far with my foot. we don't even have any where to go!" I cry pitifully hoping he wont hear the plea in my voice.
"We'll be fine, and I know where to go." his voice is calm and even; the usually way with no motion. but his face is bursting with emotion. his jaw is set to show his determination and seriousness; but his eyes still look soft and kind as though he understand why I had been so stupid. but there really is not good explanation for that.
"what? Where are we going! why can we just tell them it was an accident? They'll be more concerned with my injury because my parents could sue." I say, knowing my parents would never.
"I told you already, I am not a citizen of this branch of the city- or a citizen any where for that matter."
"No, actually, you just happened to leave that part out! What do you mean your not a citizen? How could you even get hear the school?" my head is spinning with confusion.
Sam begins to speak again, but his voice and the sirens are muffled by the voice in my head. "Miss Platts, you sound distressed. are you alright?" my PC chimes.
"NOT FLIPPIN NOW! YES! I AM JUST PEACHY!" I scream out loud. Sam glances at me with a dumbfounded look, but then turns his attention back at the door; his eyes widen at the action. I follow his gaze and what I see makes my stomach churn.
There are now Government Officers at the door; and in their hands are shock lines and cuffs...
I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW IT! To all those people who called me insane, now I KNOW I'm not and they cant prove other wise, I think- still grinning wildly. Sam pokes my shoulder popping me out of my thoughts of victory.
"Ahem," he clears his throat sarcastically.
"What?" I ask squinting to read his face- he is grinning bit there isn't any emotion in it.
"Who helped you figure you weren't crazy?" he asks.
"I don't know what your talking about- so what? you got this too," I hold my arm up; but as I say it I know its a big deal that I am not insane, nor alone. Sam just shakes his head and smiles wider- I feel something rise in the chest and I feel all giddy; like nothing could stop me. I let out a girly squeal and lunge at Sam, wrapping my arms around his neck. He stumbles back and smashes into the shelves behind him with the priceless objects stacked high on each shelf. Everything toppled to the ground, and the things made of glass shatter in to tiny bits of glass that have not been pixelated (which means its modified to shatter into smooth cubes- not jagged shards). a sharp curled piece bounces towards my feet and I jump back, only to step on another shard; and it pocked through my shoe and into my foot.
"OH GOD! I STEPPED ON GLASS!" I yell because if the glass has broken off into my foot it could get in my blood stream and cut me open from the inside out. I shiver at the thought and rip the shard from my shoe, then go to remove my shoe but Sam stops me.
"There's no time, we gatta run!" he grabs my wrist and starts dragging me towards the exit which is blocked by four or so projector-cams- easy to get by so long as they don't pull their spark-lines (its like a web that wraps around you thinly and shocks you badly- enough to knock you out). my foot screams with pain when I clomp it down on the ground with the first step. I wince and bite my lip, taking another step- and the next thing I know I'm running.
Why did I have to jump him like that... what was that anyway? completely lame and humiliating, I think- realizing Sam is the first person that I actually care about how I seem to them. I take in the scene unfolding in front of me. Sirens blaring, red lights flashing, the dimly-lit room not bright as day, Sam's hand wrapped around my wrist dragging me towards the doors, and my foot screaming with pain that could potentially have glass in it.
"Sam! we cant run, they will get us and I wont get far with my foot. we don't even have any where to go!" I cry pitifully hoping he wont hear the plea in my voice.
"We'll be fine, and I know where to go." his voice is calm and even; the usually way with no motion. but his face is bursting with emotion. his jaw is set to show his determination and seriousness; but his eyes still look soft and kind as though he understand why I had been so stupid. but there really is not good explanation for that.
"what? Where are we going! why can we just tell them it was an accident? They'll be more concerned with my injury because my parents could sue." I say, knowing my parents would never.
"I told you already, I am not a citizen of this branch of the city- or a citizen any where for that matter."
"No, actually, you just happened to leave that part out! What do you mean your not a citizen? How could you even get hear the school?" my head is spinning with confusion.
Sam begins to speak again, but his voice and the sirens are muffled by the voice in my head. "Miss Platts, you sound distressed. are you alright?" my PC chimes.
"NOT FLIPPIN NOW! YES! I AM JUST PEACHY!" I scream out loud. Sam glances at me with a dumbfounded look, but then turns his attention back at the door; his eyes widen at the action. I follow his gaze and what I see makes my stomach churn.
There are now Government Officers at the door; and in their hands are shock lines and cuffs...
Encoded/Characters (c) Laura K
