Free The War Game by Crystal Black

immediately put the seat belt on. The car wasn’t going anywhere soon but I didn’t want to take chances.
                  John looked at me. “You know, if the car falls off the track, you won’t be able to easily jump out of it.”
                  “Yes, thank you for that. I feel much better now,” I said sarcastically. And a little mean-spirited, I must admit.
                  “Are you mad at me?”
                  “No, just scared.”
                  “Hey, come here,” he turned, leaned his face right next to me and kissed me. I found myself kissing him back without doing much thinking.
                  We spent the rest of the night talking, joking, and kissing. We would get on some sort of tangent and when there would be a small lull in the conversation, we would suddenly remember that we could just kiss each other again.
                  We looked at the stars and tried to remember their names but couldn’t. So we made some up. I’m glad to say I gave those burning red balls of gas some pretty names such as Chloe. I also named a cluster of stars Chandelier. John gave them dumb names like Gassy.
                  I asked him if he liked me but he said he would have to think about it. And he smiled. But I don’t know what that means.  
     
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                  We slept during the day, on the bottom floor of the cars since we didn’t want to risk anyone seeing us up there. Not that many people would care to climb and join us on Something Wicked.
                  I woke up and I couldn’t uncurl my back or else I was afraid it would hurt even worse. John gave me a back rub and while it didn’t help much, I pretended it did.
                  I told him about Canada and my plan to escape there, too. Somehow.
                  He said that that was his plan as well and we should take a road trip there. Can’t imagine what roadside attractions we would see along the way. I’d think we’d see more bullet holes than anything else.
                  I didn’t have to start worrying about the having to pee situation because the following morning the last meal was served. Again.
                  The helicopter flying over on the coaster was our wake-up call. It went right over our heads, they could have seen us if they had thought anyone crazy enough to hide out in a roller coaster like that. It dropped the packages closer to the theater.
                  The bombs would be following soon. We scrambled, we took only about half of what we brought. We hung like monkeys on the poles, carefully maneuvering around each segment of the track. We finally came close enough to the ground where we could let go without seriously injuring ourselves.
                  Since the bombs were closing in on the park, most likely the guards that occasionally walk around the perimeter might be busy with the helicopters. Or at least, that’s what John and I were betting on.
                  The gates weren’t that high but they were decorated with barbed wire. We didn’t care, we would feel the stings on our hands and legs later.
                  John climbed over the fence with ease, like he’d done it a dozen times before. I impressed myself actually, but I knew I was still slowing him down. He opened his arms as I jumped and caught me.
                  Then a swarm of helicopters flew over our heads. We watched them swirling around in the air for what seemed an eternity, then we ran. We ran across the highway and came to some abandoned business buildings.
                  We heard explosions and felt the ground shake underneath our feet. We looked for a good place to hide until the chaos settled down.
                  Instead we found some soldiers with big guns and a fleet of school