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Everything hinged on this moment. Nothing mattered but how this went. She tried to think what she would do, what would be her next step, if this didn't work. But the only thing in mind was sitting back, closing her eyes, and saying goodbye to everything. Because if this meeting with this insane dictator didn't go right, the world was going to be virtually over. Mass distruction and anarchy would rule. Bad picture.. She took a deep breath as the door swung open, squeaking on its hinges...
The runway is as dark as the night sky. The planes land and take off in a tired, everyday fashion, as if they have no idea how much more important this day is than any other. This is the day Tammie and I wil finally be leaving; finally getting out of here. From now on, we' be known as law-breakers, rebellious teens, runaways. But none of that matters, the only thing that matters now is they won't be splitting us up now that our parents our dead. We're twins, for goodness' sake, you can't split up twins! So we're running away now, and it all depends on if we can make it off this normal, average runway.
P.S. Am I doing this right?