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You Can't Play On Broken Strings

I looked at her with questioning eyes.
"Where do you think that path leads to?"
"I don't know. We'll have to follow it until we know where it goes," she said, matter-of-factly.
"Have you heard of the fear of the unknown?"
Then she looked at me with questioning eyes.
"I have a problem with that, we all do."
Scratch that. My dear friend wouldn't understand. She was an emotionless robot.

I found her in my dad's garden one night, awkwardly flung headfirst into my dad's patch of rhododendrons that he loved so much. Yeah, he killed me for it. At that time, she looked no where near to how she looked like today- the hottest babe in school, although she's not a real babe.

She came from the robot manufacturing line FaPets. I haven't the foggiest idea what that is or the reason why she came looking for help from me. I have to admit, I am a geek. I can spend hours on the computer, sitting on my butt and stare unblinkingly to the monitor screen. This has resulted in a pizza-faced, blood-shot eyed hunched back monster of a teen standing beside the girl with a Beyonce build, both having their gaze fixed on the cobblestone path in front of them. The path seemed to lead from the school compound into the gloomy slums. The buildings ahead weren't tall, but they seem to block out the sunlight with the clothes hanging from the makeshift clothes line by the flats.

There was one thing stopping us, the iron gates that keep us locked from the outside world, but they seemed to be opened now. so, the only thing stopping us was my guilty conscience. It was a deadly sin at my school to sneak out during school hours, I could get suspended.

My friend's curiosity seemed to get the better of her, and there's no way she's dragging me into this. One moment she stood at my side, and the next she was already past the gate.

"Come on!" She called, waving her hand, beckoning me to go with her.

I looked at my watch. Recess would be over in ten minutes. I should talk her out of this. I don't want her to get into trouble, not only with the teachers, but also with some strangers that could possibly kidnap her outside.

I marched to her side and firmly grasped her wrists. "Come on, we should go. Let's explore some other time, but first, you have to tell me more about yourself. Are you sent here to ruin my life?"

She stared at me with a blank expression, well, she always had a blank expresion, but this time, she doesn't seem to understand what I was saying. I sighed. "It's Physics class after this."

Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight. I was guessing that they muast have been made out of glass or some sort of synthetic material. I was surprised that she sighed as well.

"All right, but that's a promise. I am not here to ruin your life-"

Okay, she understood.

"You have to get me out of this town. You have to get me far away from here. I am a fugitive. If you can help me, I'll be out of your hair the sooner, the better. Can you comply to that?"

It was my turn to be in blank expression. "Yes."

Her amber ayes burned into mine as she explained, "Good, because...I have a bomb implanted inside of me. If those people find me, they'll detonate the bomb. As long as they can't find me, everyone will be safe."

She released me from her sharp gaze as she looked away. My heart was beating fast. I was stunned. As if on cue, the school bell rang signalling the end of recess.
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Kosong said…
Interesting story!
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