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[KamiKaze]

((Phoebe Quincey continued from Tonight’s Biggest Loser))

She’d stopped crying.

Phoebe straightened, smoothed out her clothes once she finally lifted herself out of bed. Running a tongue against dry lips, she knew something that was there in the back of her head, but she wasn’t certain of until now.

The Americans wanted them to fight and kill each other.

And as Head Girl, she had a special duty. Even if that duty wasn’t made with this kind of… situation in mind, she knew what it meant to have that title.

Essentially, when you take on a big role on campus, you’re meant to kind of represent the school in a way, right? Sure, other prefects would just smoke behind campus. But her? She usually didn’t let people misbehave so casually. And there was a reason for that.

St. Edward’s was a community. And the community needed to be as healthy as possible. It was especially true since it was wartime. No matter how many bombs you could toss onto Bellington, no matter how many kids you kidnap, no matter how many people you killed, you could never destroy them.

And that’s why, after rubbing her tired eyes, she took her glasses off the nightstand and put them back on.

She was tired of waiting, of hiding in various places.

Of seeing classmates with bloodied clothes. Of hearing about someone who you spent the last day with getting blown to pieces. Of learning about deaths as they slowly trickled in.

Phoebe was done.

She packed up everything in the bedroom she’d hidden in since she ran. Her water, her food. The bees, which had calmed down some since she ran for it. Phoebe took a moment to adjust herself a bit as she looked in the mirror.

Deep breath.

She wasn’t sure what she was going to do exactly. But she needed to find others, rally them up, hope they haven’t gone too crazy. Figure out what you’re going to do from there.

She went downstairs.

Went to the front door.

Hesitated when her hand landed on the handle.

But she opened the door.

She kept her face firm. Phoebe wondered if anyone was here and she missed them.

[KamiKaze]

Another deep breath.

Phoebe readjusted her bag, and, still hesitantly, walked down the street.

Maybe she'd find someone here, or maybe in one of the other housing areas. Who knows? All she knew was that she needed to find someone soon.

And then what?

She still wasn't certain, but what she was certain about was the fact she needed to step up in any way she could.

((Phoebe Quincey continued in The Seagull))