The Accused (Chapter 25, Part 2/2, PLEASE READ AND COMMENT!)

by Joe (TEAM GALE!!!!) in District 8 (Washington State)

 But I was so weak in the real world, it almost hurt to say "Thank You." "I don't know, go try to find part of the plane. But if its all just debris everywhere; go through it to see if you can find string or something like it."

 Holly nodded. "Okay," she said and scurried off.

As I sat there by myself on the beach, I cried. I was in a huge amount of pain and I was even a bigger fugitive. There was blood everywhere on my hand and for some reason, I noticed everything on it. Blood took over all my small hairs on my fingers like paint to a brush. My knuckles were scabbed from punching the Secret Service agents the night before. I saw a hang nail dangling like a tree over a cliff.

 What am I doing? I thought to myself. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, maybe even a hour, I'm not sure, and just replayed everything that had happened. School, the flight, driving off the overpass, checking into the hotel, and most of all, breaking into The White House.