Crazy things

" Hey , Clay ? ", A voice called out .

A tap on her shoulders .

" Clay Honey ? ", The voice called out again , sounding impatient .

Another tap , this one harder and leaving a sting .

" Come on hun , do not dare die on me ! You need CPR? Mouth to mouth recuperation ? ", The voice yelled , sounding more and more familiar .

This time she hit her so hard that Clay groaned aloud and pushed June off of her .

She lost her footing and fell on her ass , groaning and turning to glare at Clay .

" I am not dying , just sleepy .And it is called resuscitation not recuperation ", she corrected her .

" Well , I am eighteen ", She argued .

She said it like she ought to be pardoned because she was eighteen , if they were in another reality , Clay would be telling her that her sister had known words like that since she was four .

Clay sat up , there was smoke from up ahead where the men had been camping out .

Shit ! The journal .

Clay scrambled to her feet and took off , she could hear June behind her
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