(These chapters are going to have a changing point of view. Last chapter POV was Riley. This chapter is Zielle.)
I pull my raven hair into a high ponytail, sweat dripping from my neck. I feel a sharp tap on my back.
“Keep working,” the harsh voice of a soldier calls out.
“You okay, Zielle?” Romeo whispers to me, peeking to see if anyone is looking.
“I’ve got a backbone,” I say. Romeo is the type of boy all the girls swoon at. Except for me. And, of course, I’m the one girl he likes. I have wavy, jet black hair, high cheekbones, a slender, perfectly shaped body, and I’m 5 7” with a tan complexion. So yeah, I guess I’m pretty.
“What do you think you’re doing?” One of the soldiers spits at the girl working next to me.
“Get over here,” the soldier grabs the girl and pulls her away. I look over at the other girls work. The stones she was laying were all purposely crooked. I smile at this girls small act of rebellion.
The sun is barely peaking over the horizon as we leave the Sanctuary. I’m muddy and have a cut on my left cheek. We all line up as Officer Levando-one of the Golden Countrie’s newest officials-counts us off. All 52 of us. I don’t know what happened to that other girl who was taken. Frankly, I don’t care.
Romeo stands behind me in line and tries to hold my hand. I yank it away. “I’m not a baby, are you?”
“Um, no, I just,” Romeo turns red as everyone stares at us.
“Good. Then we don’t need to hold hands,” I say and turn back around. Then there is a loud crackling sound. A second later, a fiery explosion sounds behind us.
Without thinking, I grab Romeo’s hand and run. I try to grab others on my way, but people are going everywhere and the confusion is overwhelming. I throw my legs out in front of me, pulling Romeo away from a spot that explodes seconds after we’re gone. I don’t look back.
“Slow…down,” Romeo huffs, lagging behind.
“Are you joking?” I scream over the explosions. “Would you like to be blown up?”
Nobody has any idea what’s happening. Who’s bombing us? Is this a mistake. Thoughts race through my mind as I pull Romeo down into a ditch.
“Thank you,” Romeo leans over to kiss me.
“Just shut up. Just because I saved you doesn’t mean I like you.”
“If you don’t like me then why didn’t you just leave me there?”
“‘Cause I tried to grab as many people as I could, and you were the only one to come,” I say.
“Zielle, you’re weird.”
“Thanks. Best compliment ever.”
I shreik as somebody bends down next to me and Romeo. The person puts a hand over my mouth. The already cramped hole get more crowded.
“Mind if I hang out here for a while?” a boy, probably 16 or 17 says nonchalantly. Not like a bomb exploded right behind him.
” Gwuff yor an if muy moush,” I say through the boys hand.
“What’d you say, Pretty girl?
“Duts not ey,” I mumble. He takes his hand off my mouth. “That’s not my name!” I say loudly, staring at him with icy eyes.
“It is now. I’m Merik. Who are you?” Merik looks at Romeo.
“The name’s Romeo. And we do mind if you stay here.”
“Woah, woah, cool down. Nobody’s dieing! I’ll leave if you want.”
“Actually, people are dieing. Have you not noticed the bombs going off around you? And dont leave. I will.”
“Can’t let you do that, Pretty Girl. You’re a bit young to go out there and die,” Merik winks at me in an infuriating way.
“She won’t die. Come on, Zielle, let’s go,” Romeo seems ready to leave.
Just then, there’s a rumbling beneath us. Romeo and Merik jump up along with me. We all run.
To Be Continued!!