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Lorishel wasn't afraid. She didn't care about anything anymore. Let them take her. They have apprehended her.
I looked with disgust at the messy tank of oil. It's contents dripped down the sides into the ocean where the sea creatures would soon be coated. I couldn't believe what Alexusman and Lorishel were doing. I turned to my friend. "How could you?"
"What? No!" Gwen laughed, trying to judge the look in Lyra's face for good or bad. The popular girl squinted back at her. "Yeah. School never did me any thing but a decline. Mum isn't with it but I just told her that I'm quitting anyway.
Gwen's face contracted tightly. She knew she had to win Lyra's trust - or else.
As she looked back at the road below, her palms started to sweat. It made her nervous even thinking about the meeting. She squinted through the fog. She could see nothi g. She felt totally lost.