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The Cold War: A Fictional Narrative

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Everything fell silent.

No screaming, no whispering; only the scraping of metal against glass. I looked around the room. No one seemed bothered by the disturbance that occurred only seconds before.

I still couldn’t believe Jacob would do that to Charlie; he seemed at least a little friendly when I met him. I guess you can't just label someone as nice unless you see them do a good deed. I glanced over at Ethan. He was whispering into the blondes ear and she giggled. I wonder if they were just putting up an act in front of me as well.

I stared down at my plate of uneaten

food as conversations started to surface. How can anybody eat after watching something as horrific as that? A hand fell onto my leg and gripped it tightly. Just great. I can add that to my …show more content…

He squeezed my leg once more before taking his hands away. Hunter stood up again and the other boys fell as silent as before and looked at him expectantly. Did that count as an act of defiance? Am I getting punished?

"Ethan, Grey come with me. Girls clear up the table. Zander, watch them, especially Blaze," he instructed before walking down the hall, disappearing behind a set of double doors. Everybody did as they were told. Ethan and Grey ran after Hunter like lost puppies, the girls started to clean up the dishes, and Zander leaned back in his chair, eyes hooded, but I could tell they were trained on me.

I stood up as well to help clear the table. I grabbed a few dishes and followed blondie into the kitchen. I walked across the room to throw out the excess waste into the disposal.

"Here," a voice said behind me and I jumped in fright, almost dropping the plates. I couldn't even begin to imagine the trouble I would be in if I broke something. The plates were taken from my hand and put in the sink to be cleaned. It was the girl with the fiery red hair and leafy green eyes. She turned to face me and stuck out her

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