Do it double, because some can’t do it at all.
Dad thinks I’m ready to fly around the country as the Ambassador of Hope, but Mom thinks I’m a frail little bird with broken wings.
My friend Bailey is looking at me with tears in her eyes and a smile of pure joy. She sees me, the real me, not the broken little bird that my mother sees, or the Ambassador of Hope that my father sees, or the girl who was stupid enough to walk off with a stranger and ruin everyone’s lives that my sister sees. Bailey sees me as I want to be: a normal, non-newsworthy, non-broken, non-victimized sixteen-year-old girl.
Marla poked Duncan. He stepped forward. “Maybe I can help.”
Atomic Jack looked at him., his eyes glowed a sickening shade of radioactive orange. “I really don’t see how.” He slipped off his glove and his hand burst into small flames. The guy didn’t yell though, or make out like he was in pain. He just grinned and showed a mouthful of orange teeth.
Damn. I never should have agreed to this. What is he thinking? Here we are in a piece of crap pickup truck on our way to sit outside of a supermarket to kidnap this girl. Damn. He’d better not be falling for her. Sure she’s cute, but I can’t think about that.
There was no mistaking her daughter’s handwriting. And the words… “If you’re reading this, I’m already dead.
We have a hostage to pay ransom for in the morning so we can use him as ransom when we meet other kidnappers in the afternoon.
I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else matters. it’s how we live our life.
We must clean our national psyche from all manifestation of evil, be it kidnapping, militancy, insurgency, murders or assassinations.
Rachel slid inside her silver Kia and slammed the car door, grateful that the museum’s security guard was now watching from a distance. If he hadn’t been, she might have acted on a homicidal impulse and run Chase over, the manipulative jerk. In fact, it made her feel better just to imagine it.