Hazel's Boiler Room

So... sleepy...

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I am riding in a car with a guy about my age. He is working for some sort of secret agency, and says he has to kill the person in the car ahead of us. "Um, what?" He barely gives me enough time to brace myself as he slams his foot down on the gas pedal, crashing into the other car with full force. My ribs hurt a little, but otherwise I am fine.

The guy puts his arm around me, and I ride leaning up against him for the rest of the ride.

The scene changes; I am watching from a 3rd person POV as a Japanese girl transfers to an English school. She cannot speak English, so she locates another student who speaks Japanese to be translator. They speak nonsense-Japanese, but there are subtitles, so I know what they are saying.

"Hideski ka?"

"Hideski wa Ayumi."

TRANSLATION: "Who are you?" "I'm Ayumi."

The scene switches again. I am now with the Japanese girl, but she is no longer Japanese. We are trying out for track. My legs aren't working, and she isn't really trying. Neither one of us really want to be here...

All the rest of the girls are following this one guy around, chanting his name. They're practically worshiping him, since he's the fastest runner. The coach tells him not to get in a car accident and get himself paralyzed, because a lot of people are counting on him. O.o