“Hell chica, I wouldn’t know. What, are you gonna ask me to read the other side of the menu next?”
***LOL. It took me a minute. But I loved it.***

She becomes aware of two things simultaneously. The first, is the cold feel of metal against the back of her head, the second is the clatter of plastic as the phone Jubilee has been speaking on is knocked from her hand. She freezes, and watches out of the corner of her eye as her friend is hauled backwards over the park bench and out of her view. Panic white and hot rises into her throat, but the barrel of the pistol warming from her body heat stops her from doing anything.
*** My favorite part of the whole chapter***
Jubilee’s screaming at her, and the small pile is gone. She clutches the tag in her hand
***Aww. That scene hurts my heart***

The next few days are going to suck.
***Awww. Loved this chapter!!!***

Author's Response: Yay! I try to insert just a little humor into it all! And yes, I hope I conveyed Marie's terror aptly!