Chapter Twenty-Three
"READY.....AIM.......FIRE!" I shouted as they launched the cannon into the sky. We calculated the coordinates just right so it would land with just enough force that it would wipe out most of their weapons. Nice job Bradley. Nice job. I congratulated myself.
"Nice job Bradley. Nice job." said Tara.
"Thanks....Hey, I was thinking the same thing."
"Cool,"
"No, like those exact words." I interrupted.
"Huh, what a coincidence." She smiled like she was hiding something.
"Are you hiding something?" I asked.
"Um.....uh........" she said as she backed away, "No...." Splash! She knocked into someone with drinks, it got all over him. I swallowed my laughs by biting my lip. "I'm so sorry." she said to him.
"Tara, " I said as she ran away.
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The Walk Home
Teen FictionA boy named Bradley lives an okay life so far, until he is forced to go to war. He struggles to survive. He doesn't know if he can take seeing death anymore. He wonders what he should tell his mom when he gets home. What will his mom do? Or say?
