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Chapter 1)

Jack's POV

Wow, this sure is freaking hard! Why does our math teacher just love to torture us!

I think to myself, man, wonder if Kim's got the answer. The thought of Kim makes my heart beat faster. I sure am lucky to live just next door from her. And dang, we both have rooms in the attic, so, it's easy for us to communicate.

I turn around from my desk and head toward the window that looks out into hers. I grab my laser pointer and make 3 swirls, two flashes, and a circle. It's our code, so she knows it me. I look through my window, because I usually get a signal right back. Behind the cool glass, I can see Kim, sprawled out on the floor, trying to grab her pointer from her desk. Her leg is bent in a weird way, to wear it seems unnatural. I quickly open my window, and grab the wood plank I keep in my room for emergencies like this one. Luckily, we both have a balcony, so it's easy to hop out from mine, place the board down, and walk across that to hers. I quickly walk out of my room, onto my balcony and place the plank down. I walk tightrope style until I reach her balcony. After that I bring the board back up, to wear its balancing on the outside wall. Suddenly fear runs through me.

Why is Kim hurt?

Who did this to her?

In which way am I going to kill the person who did this to her?

Ideas raced through my mind as I pry open her window and hop into her room. The familiar light blue walls with green swirls surround me. We both painted our rooms this past summer to our liking, and helped each other out with theirs. Her bed is on the right hand wall when you come in, and it is unmade, with her purple sheets showing more than the navy blue comforter. On the left is her desk, which is pressed in between a wall, and her white dresser with different colored drawers. On the back wall is a big mirror and another place to put stuff on, just not quite a desk. Bookshelves crowded with karate and fantasy books surround that mirror. I rush over to Kim's side, which is in between her dresser and her bed. She is wearing her jeans and blouse from the day before at school, but her blouse is ripped at the sleeves, and her arms and face are badly bruised, but the worst of all was the leg. It was bent in such an unnatural position, it just hurt to look at it.

"Jack..." she says slowly, trying to move closer to me.

"No Kimmy, don't move." I say, picking her up. She is badly hurt and needs to go to the hospital. Anger bubbles up inside of me to the point where I want to throw something against the swirls on her walls we both very carefully painted, but I knew throwing her would lead to something very bad. I walk out onto her balcony and with her in my hands, pull down the emergency ladder and start climbing down. I carry her to my car I had gotten on my 15th birthday. I had turned 16 a day ago, so I could legally drive without an adult now. I put her in the passenger's seat, and realized she has completely passed out. And I don't mean from sleep either.

I drive as fast as I can. I have to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. Once we reach the parking lot I park and grab her from the passengers eat. I carry her quickly in, and she is immediately ripped from my arms.

"We'll take it from here son," says an unfamiliar voice. I look at his name tag to verify he's a doctor, which he is. I try to follow them, but he tells me to stay in the waiting room.

In the waiting room, I pace for what seems like hours before they finally tell me I can go back in and see her.

I walk into the white room, filled with monitors and white sheets. In the middle, I see Kim, with her leg in a bright blue cast, asleep in the bed.

"Kimmy, Kimmy wake up." I say, slowly nudging her. Her soft hazel eyes slowly open, looking at my brown ones.

"Jack, I'm so sorry." She says, looking down.

"It's not your fault Kim. Why would you think it was yours?" I say, pulling a strand of her hair behind her ears.

"You went to all this trouble, just for a stupid broken leg. Now I can even do karate!" she says, a single tear forming in her eye.

"It's nothing Kim, Absolutely nothing." I say.