"Uh Andy they're following us!" The driver of the van said nervously.

Andy let go of me suddenly and looked back out the window.

"Shit," he whispered so quietly I must've been the only one who heard. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING THEN?" Andy yelled at the driver. "DRIVE FASTER!"

I looked back to the driver and he rolled his eyes at Andy then stepped on the gas. I was thrown back from the force of the vehicle launching forward. A couple of the kids screamed. I knew I was going to be sick by the time this was all over.

Andy bit his lip anxiously. The sirens behind the van grew gradually louder. We're they getting closer to us?

My mind drifted, and suddenly all I could think of were the possibilities of what would happen to us if we were caught.

We'd be killed quickly if we were lucky. Very lucky. Most likely we'd be tortured for information and then killed, or worse. Worse being scientific experiments. The forms of torture and execution however made me dizzy and sick just to think about. One thing that changed about our now "perfect" nation was the fact that punishment was cruel. Very, very cruel.

In an attempt to keep my mind off what could happen, I instead focused on other details. The fact we were going to be free at last most likely, that maybe a rebellion could be started, I could listen to music freely, Andy...

WOAH OH NO. YOU ARE NOT THINKING OF ANDY IN THAT WAY GRACE, I basically screamed in my head.

I COULD NOT do that. What am I? Crazy? I can't like him. He would never like a girl like me. He could have pretty much any girl he wanted, and that girl is not me.

The sirens were getting softer. "We're losing them," the driver grinned. Andy seemed to relax a little. He smiled slightly.

"See James!" Andy said to the driver, "When you follow my advice, the world becomes a better place!"

I giggled a little, causing Andy to smile even more.

"See! Grace understands!" Andy yelled...

BANG!!!!!!!

I screamed as glass shattered and James's head fell forward and hit the steering wheel. There was a bullet in head, and blood poured out of the wound.

Andy responded immediately by throwing himself into the drivers seat and pushing James out of the way. He took the steering wheel and was able to control the now out of control car. Then I noticed the tears streaming down Andy's face.

I looked out the window. Two police cars were beside ours, and several of the officers were aiming guns at our van. Knowing they were going to shoot, I ducked my head, then reached up and pushed the other kids' heads down too. Shots shattered the glass windows and the noise was deafening. I looked over to Andy, who was awkwardly trying to drive with one hand on the wheel as the other kept James from falling on him. He did all of this while ducking so the bullets wouldn't hit him.

I looked at his face. His blue eyes were sparkling with tears. Was he...crying? Was James a close friend of his? I felt my own eyes begin to tear up but fought the urge to cry. I had to be strong.

Surprisingly the kids kept quiet. Probably from shock.

The car must've been going 80 miles an hour. We flew down the roads. Andy was a surprisingly excellent driver and maneuvered the streets easily. However, the police weren't backing down.

I saw Andy's gun where he was sitting before James was shot. I reached over and grabbed it. I had to stop this.

I aimed my gun out the shattered window and pulled the trigger. Thank god I had shot a gun before.after three shots I hit someone, who fell forward out of his car.

I fired again, aiming for the driver.

The driver fell.

The police car spun out of control.

Andy drove away.

James stared at me with his smile that had been his last expression.

A tear fell down Andy's face.

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