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   "Run!"
   "No!"
   "Just ru-"
   "I'm not leaving you!" tears fly from my eyes as I try to pull Sophie out of the ruble.
   "The hell you aren't, Creesanix! You have to-" her eyes wide when she relizes what she just said. Creesanix? What? Why is she calling me that? My name is Cree, not Creesanix.
   "Whose Creesanix?" I whisper weakly, then clear my throught against the smoke and dust, the flames heating the room. "Whose Creesanix?" I say louder. Sophie shakes her head. "Listen to me," her hand findes mine, barely able to move since eberything from her wait down is buried in the debries of what once was my house. That roof wasn't going to last long. "Whatever you do, do go outthe front door. Do not go to the police. They have eyes there."
   "Who has eyes there?" I want to scream.
   "Go out the back! Run to Phoneix Library, you know, that abandond one?" I nod to her words. "Go to the history section on the third floor. Ask for Freya Roseblood," She finishes.
   "Sophie," I whisper. "Sophie, that library doesn't have third floor."
   "Just go!" she screams. Her green eyes hold mine for a second, and I nod. I run for the fire escape, but swerve the other direction, towards the back windows, away from the busy street. This window lacks a fire escape, and I'm on the ninth floor. Pushing open the window, I balance myself on the edge of the sill, and let myself far forward.

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   "Run!"
   "No!"
   "Just ru-"
   "I'm not leaving you!" tears fly from my eyes as I try to pull Sophie out of the ruble.
   "The hell you aren't, Creesanix! You have to-" her eyes wide when she relizes what she just said. Creesanix? What? Why is she calling me that? My name is Cree, not Creesanix.
   "Whose Creesanix?" I whisper weakly, then clear my throught against the smoke and dust, the flames heating the room. "Whose Creesanix?" I say louder. Sophie shakes her head. "Listen to me," her hand findes mine, barely able to move since eberything from her wait down is buried in the debries of what once was my house. That roof wasn't going to last long. "Whatever you do, do go outthe front door. Do not go to the police. They have eyes there."
   "Who has eyes there?" I want to scream.
   "Go out the back! Run to Phoneix Library, you know, that abandond one?" I nod to her words. "Go to the history section on the third floor. Ask for Freya Roseblood," She finishes.
   "Sophie," I whisper. "Sophie, that library doesn't have third floor."
   "Just go!" she screams. Her green eyes hold mine for a second, and I nod. I run for the fire escape, but swerve the other direction, towards the back windows, away from the busy street. This window lacks a fire escape, and I'm on the ninth floor. Pushing open the window, I balance myself on the edge of the sill, and let myself far forward.