[color=39b54a]Darla Ann[/color]

I really enjoyed people, I truly did, but to get stuck with THE Pierre Athene, number one douchebag of D.C. and now this loud girl Mckenzie, it was almost too much for my head wound to handle. As the other girl prattled on, I tried some of the meditation breathing techniques to try to calm my now pounding head. They didn't work. Instead, I reached into my bag and pulled out my migraine medication, swallowing the pill down with a gulp of water. [color=39b54a]"Mckenzie? Are you the one that sent off the flare, or are there more people? My dad,"[/color] I looked sideways at Pierre and grimaced, [color=39b54a]"had been hoping there might be some army guys around, here to save the day."[/color]

Again, my pocket buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed. Incredulous, I pulled the phone from my pocket. "FULL BATTERY, PLEASE UNPLUG" flashed across the screen. [color=39b54a]"Stupid thing's broken,"[/color] I grumbled under my breath.