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James stood completely still, in shock at the sight of the forest. He turned to look at the girl standing next to him. “Small fire, Gracie!” he exclaimed. “I said to set a small fire! This is not small!” “Can’t worry about that now,” Grace replied. “We have to run before the cops get here. Come on!” They grabbed their bags, filled hastily with food and supplies by Grace as the small campfire intended for warmth had started spreading. They sprinted through a gap in the flames and kept running, trying to ignore the roaring of sirens and hoping to whatever higher spirit there was that they had not left any evidence behind. The last thing they needed now was for law enforcement to catch them. Let’s back up a little bit, however, as there is no doubt …show more content…

“You first.” An hour and a half later, and James was sporting black locks, which was quite different from his dirty blond. Grace had her own head of brown hair. “You can’t call me redhead anymore,” she smirked at James as they washed the remaining dye down the drain. He rolled his eyes. They put the stained hair towels in the wash with some bleach and grabbed their bags, Grace grabbing a pair of scissors. Before they headed out the door, they took one last look at the house they had grown up in. “Since we’re not going to be back, I think it’s safe enough to do this,” Grace said, and, putting on her winter gloves she dialed 9-1-1, then left the house phone dangling on its string. “Hello? 9-1-1” was the last thing the teenagers heard before they ran out of the house to the outskirts of the town. Once they were a safe distance into the woods, Grace stopped them. She motioned for James to sit down. “We have to cut our hair,” was her short explanation. She used the scissors to cut his hair until she could no longer make it shorter. He then snipped hers until it barely reached her shoulders, as opposed to its former mid-back length. She

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9/11 Short Stories