emmasuperham
I tried to back up some more, but my back hit the wall. I held my hands up and said in a shaking voice, "Please, I'm not who you think I am."
"I don't understand, it was here a minute ago." I let the smile fall from my face as I turn back toward the screen, panic starting to set in as I search the files.
I kept looking over my shoulder, sure that someone would find me at any second. My mind was almost blank with terror. I watched the little bar at the bottom of the screen. 36%...37%.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. My leg jiggled up and down hurriedly. I kept glancing around, turning my head around.
We sat staring at each other. She wouldn't meet my eyes, her gaze flicking around the room.
The water moved listlessly, the leaves floating on top of the stream moved in almost unnoticeable increments. The sun was mercilessly hot, and humidity sat thick in the air.
She jumped off the horse easily, hitting the ground with hardly a sound. I watched jealously before sliding off my own horse in an undignified manner, narrowly avoiding landing on the ground ass first.
Fuck Donald Trump.
I can't get air into my lungs. Every time I suck in a choking, rattling breath I feel the air rushing down, but I can't feel the rush of oxygen.
My eyes scanned the rows frantically. Where was it? I jumped when I heard a small noise from the next room. I had to find that book before anyone knew it was here.
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