#josh 01

com @deathpoiscn

flashback: 19 anos atrás

Isabella estava no acampamento há apenas alguns meses, e já tinha a fama de encrenqueira. Deveria ser a terceira ou quarta vez que Quíron lhe dava um bronca seguida de castigo, e ela continuava a arrumar confusões. Bateu em um campista, destruiu parte dos campos de morango praticando a fitocinese, bagunçou o chalé de Dionísio para implicar com um de seus filhos, e agora havia usado o seu poder para enrolar um campista numa raiz e deixá-lo pendurado no alto de uma árvore. Foi mandada aos estábulos para limpar tudo, e ouviu uma voz conhecida atrás de si. — Veio para me ajudar ou me dar bronca também? — Resmungou, virando-se com a pá na mão, jogando no lixo os estrumes dos pégasus e fazendo uma careta. — Aposto que foi a ridícula da Janis que me dedurou. Eu deveria jogar essa bosta na cama dela. — Ela parou por um segundo, abrindo um sorrisinho. — Ei, é uma boa ideia.

     Jessica sat on the ground in the middle of the foreign city, pulling her knees up to her chest. She bit her lip and looked around with wide eyes. She had bitten her bottom lip so hard that she could already taste the copper of her blood filling her mouth. She was shaking, she noticed when she raised her hands. She clenched her hands into fists and held them to her chest, trying to calm herself down.

     It was cruel. Being pulled from one drastic situation into another one. She didn’t even have the chance for her wounds to heal before this started-- She didn’t even think she made it out of the police station. 

     She stayed in her place on the ground for a few more minutes, ignoring the looks she was getting from the others around her. They didn’t matter. All that mattered was finding her friends. If she was here, they had to be there too. She carefully stood, having to take a moment to get steady on her legs. She looked through the crowd, getting on her tiptoes.

“Matt? Sam..? Mike? Are you there?”