I actually freaked out when Mary said she liked me. Being immature sometimes, usually means that no one likes you. Mary is different though. . She still likes me even though I may not be able to play soccer as well as her, but she knows that I could win the basketball tournament easy peasy. And that is enough for her.
We just kept look at each other awkwardly and Dylan would always smirk a little every time we did that. On the bus, I chose to sit next to her. Dylan sat on the other side of the bus with Ernest sitting next to him.
Wyatt was a reckless driver, so Mary hung onto my arm which made me feel warm inside. In my mind I thought, ‘OMG OMG OMG! She’s holding my hand!!!!!!’ and I would freak out like that.
“Wyatt, stop being such a bad driver!” Ernest yelled.
When he did that, Wyatt stopped driving recklessly driving and Mary didn’t hold my hand anymore. I was mad at Ernest for doing that. We went on and eventually Wyatt got tired of driving so we had to stop by the side of the road.
“Who will drive next?” Wyatt asked.
“Me!” said Dylan.
“Why you?” I asked.
“I’ll drive because I want to.”
“Well I want to too!” Ernest said
“Alright. Dylan will drive first and then—” Wyatt was interrupted by the sound of guns. “GET DOWN!” he yelled. He pulled out the mini cannon and started blasting the men and mutants. “DYLAN! THEY ARE OFF THE BUS! LET’S MOVE!” “FLOOR IT!” Wyatt screamed and Wyatt was left hanging on for dear life as the doors were still open. Dylan got out of his seat, when Ernest went running down the bus and pushed him out of the way.
“I will drive!” he said excitedly.
“Oh, come on, Ernest!”
“Sorry, but I wanna drive!” Ernest stepped right on the gas pedal and pushed all the way down. We were speeding even faster than 100mph!
“What the —–” CRASH! Mary screamed at the sight of Wyatt hanging out the front door, we had a group of soldiers shooting at us, and while we were going 100 mph. I comforted her by holding her hand. She looked at me, and suddenly nothing mattered.1
We were brought back to the real world when Wyatt cursed and yelled, “STOP ROMANCING AND START HELPING!!!”
“This all your fault, Ernest!” Wyatt yelled cursing.
“Who’s cursing now, bi—” “If you die Wyatt, I am not taking the blame!” Ernest said.
“Where’d you get that?!” I asked.
“I stole it! Where else could I have gotten it from?” he yelled grabbing another grenade. A yellow gas leaked out of the bombs. “Put on your masks!” Dylan yelled. We all put on our masks, but we couldn’t see a thing. They look cool and helped you breathe, but you don’t have very good vision. I got a hold of Mary’s hand and held it tight. I heard a big bomb exploding, and we went crashing onto the ground and it hurt a lot, but I was still holding Mary’s hand. The thought of that made my pain go away in seconds. We were laying on the ground still holding hands. Dylan ran over to us.
“We gotta go guys!” he told us. I looked at Mary and realized she was unconscious. I checked if she was breathing and she was.
“Phew!” I sighed.
“Is she alive?” asked Dylan.
“Why would you care? You are just a showoff. You are a jerk!” I asked rudely.
“Why would I care? I care because I have had enough of this war! Too many people are dying! Seriously, why can’t we all live peacefully and grow up without any war?!” I used to always think that Dylan was an obnoxious guy who wanted to be our leader, but it turned out, he was just like me. He wanted the war to end. He wanted to live a normal kid life, but we were far past that point now. We were in the middle of warfare. All of a sudden, I remembered Rob. I remembered how I stopped Dylan from saving him. Dylan tried to save him and I stopped him from doing that. Dylan is a good person. I killed Rob, so Dylan punched me in the face with anger. I remember Dylan’s cries when the aircraft dropped a bomb onto the other students. They were real. He was serious now and still going. He’s tough and fighting the grief.
I was too caught up in myself to think about others. I only thought about Mary and I having a good life. That’s all I cared about. I am the obnoxious, the selfish one, the stupid one, and many other things. I was just too jealous of Dylan to think about it. I was so jealous that I hated him. I thought he was a showoff.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” Dylan said. I guess I thought about this too much. I looked at his face. It was covered in anger, grief, and sorrow. He is kind, selfless, and brave.
“I can carry Mary.” I said thinking about her again.
“Ok, I don’t want to do it” Wyatt said.
“You have to make a run for it, Finn.” Dylan said thoughtfully.
“I am sure I can carry her.” I said.
“I mean, he does have a crush on her, it might give him some extra strength!” Wyatt said.
“Shut up, Wyatt!” I said cursing at him.
“Yeah Wyatt!” said Dylan backing me up.