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[last chapter edited - 8 | setting a trap for yourself]
"You're told all your life that you're broken, insane, mentally ill. And then you're told that you are going to repair the world."
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Thirteen...
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Nia
Carina looks at me expectantly. Too bad, because I mimic her gesture and look at her for guidance.
"We have time to decide," volunteers Taurus. "That train must be hundreds of cars long."
Looking at the many clattering cars leisurely passing us by, I can believe him.
"Decide what?" Gemi says what he has to say. We have to hear it.
"Whether to get on or not," Taurus answers, trailing off as we size up the cars. It's easy to do in the movies, but twelve kids? One unconscious kid? We can't do this. Oh, and none of us really know how to do it anyway. So that's a minor roadblock that I'm sure doesn't matter if we pretend what's true in the movie universe is true in the real world.
Right?
Gemi yawns. Which brings me back to the present problem.
"Let's do it!" Ari says enthusiastically. He steps forward but Sagittaria restrains him. "You nearly died recently."
"Ooooh, I would put them in a boat," calls Caprice from where she's scrutinizing a map Vienna lent her. It's scabby, and has had its fair share of misuse. I wonder how Vienna tolerates a map that isn't picture-perfect.
"Shut up," snaps Sagittaria, her small grin turning into a small frown. "I'm way ahead of you."
"Sure you are," snickers Aquaria with a smirk.
"Wrong move, sister mine," Sagittaria says absently. "Ari's right for once. We should do this."
"Leilani's unconscious, if you didn't notice, Queen Sarcasm in training!" spits Carina angrily. "What do you propose we do about that?"
"Can we stop arguing now?" Leo groans. "It's giving me a headache."
"We're having a creative discussion!" hisses Carina, incensed.
"We're arguing!" Sagittaria puts in, narrowing her eyes.
"We're having a creative discussion!"
"No, we're arguing!"
"You guys ... are having an argument about whether you're having an argument ... did I catch that?" I say faintly. I never thought I'd be surrounded by such idiots, psychopaths, and everything in between.
Aquaria sighs and takes a large step backwards, accidentally tripping into Scorpio. Pisces, who is tired of cleaning up after her, just smirks as the Deadpool looks five seconds away from ripping someone's tongue out. It isn't hard to guess the recipient.
"Just do us a favor and shut up, please?" asks Gemi. I never thought I'd be so thankful for my twin brother.
I look up, estimating the fence to be about ten feet high, which is pretty daunting in itself. How are we supposed to throw Leilani over?
