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12: RED-HANDED

MIRANDA'S POV

I woke up at the crack of dawn, and not because I was an early riser, but because of the icy wind that was creeping through my open window. I still hadn't returned the satellite phone to Nigel because he wasn't in school yesterday. Anyway, I took advantage of the situation and spent almost all night on the phone with Roger and Clarke. My head regretted that decision. I groaned as I gradually rose from the bed. A buzzing pain drilled into the sides of my skull and my eyes felt like they were getting pressed into my skull. It was so bad I just wanted to chop my head off.

With my feet dragging over the floor, I made it to the window. I reached my hand out, and before I could shut it, a flickering white light greeted me. “Gosh, that's bright,” I said, my parched throat making my voice sound like I had sandpaper for vocal cords. I immediately closed my eyes; the light wasn't blindingly bright, but they caused my head and eyes to hurt more.

“Would you turn that thing off?” I kn
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Fiona Cakes
Smart thinking
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Fiona Cakes
lol. She’s just being a girl. We love jumping to conclusions
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abbie2qute
A short chapter but I like it. Can’t wait for the excitement. The writer knows how to build up anticipation in her readers
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