Lily is an average 12 year old girl, that is until her parents die and she is forced to help a secret organization called T.N.P., that does wicked things.
We all stare at the ceiling waiting for something to come to our minds.
"We could run away," Emma says.
"They would use mind control," Stacy says.
"We could stage our death." I say.
"Too obvious," Emma says.
"We just have to wait," Dawn says and heads back to her bed, Emma and Stacy head back to their beds too.
We all lie down and fall asleep.
I am awoken to screams.
"Stacy, please stop." Emma yells as Stacy is holding a gun to her forehead.
"Emma, no," I yell and get up to try to stop her.
"Stacy, fight it." Dawn yells.
I lunge for Stacy and pull her to the ground, but the trigger goes off, and then again.
I look around to see where they went.
I see Dawn crying over Emma, and blood coming out of her shoulder.
I feel blood, was I shot, but then I realize, it's not my blood, it's Stacy.
My hands start shaking, but I walk over to Dawn.
But then I hear something, a raspy voice.
"Stay strong," it says, and then I realize it's Emma.
And then her body goes still.
Dawn and I get up and head back to cry in our beds.
And we fall asleep.
