roxanne and i pushd the rubble away frm our heads. as we climbed out of the mess, we could see dust settling, whick made us cough.
i had remembered a lesson at spy school: how to servive an explosion.
we had done it this time by staying in doorways and pressing our arms on either side.
as we crawled out, bleeding pretty bad from being hit by flying objects, we headed away from the mess.
my eyes stung with tears as i thought of sam. how could he have made it? it was too much to bare.
when we finally got back to camp, our wounds were treated. roxanne had a few bad scares and bumps, but i wasn't so lucky. i had that and a broken arm.
after my arm had been put in a cast, i went back to my room and listened to Box Car Racer for comfort.
man did life suck.