I
raised an eyebrow as Max walked into the courtyard. There were other members of
the base there, most of them throwing around a beat up baseball. We both
watched the group for a few moments before I observed her walking towards the them.
They appeared to be trying to split into teams—not very successfully if I might
add—because of the shortage of players. With gauze still tapped on her head, I
watched her talk to them for a few moments. Some of their gestures seemed to
get wild, if not aggravated to have a girl on their team.
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Red Sandstorm Chapter 14
Max
sat on my bed watching me pack. There wasn’t a whole lot I could bring in this
large duffle bag. A huge list of forbidden items was held in her hands. Her
only job was to make sure I packed what I was told. Most of the drawers in our
room were pulled open and half empty—the other half being Max’s stuff. It
looked as if someone tried to rob the place with everything lying open.
Glancing to my sister, I watched her eyes skim down the list, occasionally
checking off the things I was supposed to bring. This wasn’t going to be easy,
leaving her here, but I couldn’t take her into the war zone either. Somehow it
was a miracle that we found a classmate of both Jade and I to watch Max here on
the base.
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