Black Holes: A Fictional Narrative

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Chapter Somewhere in the distance, the tornado warning started to sing. The sky churned in shades of gray and black. Bart let Eli take over. He backed away from the fight and shoved his sword into the ground. Fenrix and Eli were definitely more evenly matched. Where Bart had mostly defended himself, Eli was able to get more offensive strikes in. Bart raised both of his hands towards the roiling sky. He twisted his fingers and the dark sky responded to him. To me it looked like it was reaching down, striving to touch him. At first it just looked like dozens of dark strands hanging from the sky, but then they started to twist together and I realized in horror that it was a tornado. I turned and ran, not daring to look back. I went for the …show more content…

Whitaker didn't answer right away. I knew he was weighing whether or not to tell them. The thing was, I didn't feel so wary of them anymore. I didn't think it was just the fact that they had risked their lives to protect me. The dedication had somehow changed how I felt about them. In fact, I think the moment I finished dedicating Eli, I stopped thinking of him as “Swenson” and started calling him “Eli” in my mind. “It's okay,” I called. “Kandace,” Eli said from directly above. “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” I said and wondered at his sudden complete lack of accent. Did stuffy British people usually say “Okay” like that? Eli said, “Good. The storm is over. I think it would be wise for you to stay with your friend's family for the rest of the night. There was some damage to your house from the tornado.” “Really?” I asked and rushed up the steps. You could just barely see the roof from the Whitaker's storm shelter. The roof was in tatters. I looked from it to Bart who I had thought was in control of the tornado. He shrugged. “That's fine,” Mrs. Whitaker said from beside me. She took my shoulders. “She can sleep in Halley's room.” I didn't want to sleep in Halley's room where the two of us used to have sleep overs and do each other’s makeup, but I didn't want to hurt Mrs.

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