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people safe.” I turned to walk away.
    “Just because bad things happen to us doesn’t give us the right to do worse,” Drew said as I was walking away. “Do unto others, Golden Rule, you know, that stuff.”
    I turned and raised my hands. “I didn’t go and blow up a camp of innocent civilians, but look where that got us.”
    “So, you’re saying you want to go blow up a camp of civilians?” Drew asked.
    I grunted in frustration and stopped walking. “You know that’s not what I said, Drew. Stop twisting my words.”
    “Alright, whatever,” Drew said, waving me off. “You go get some rest or whatever, and I’ll stay here and watch Rob. That’ll give me some time to think about what you really mean.”
    I didn’t even give Drew the satisfaction of a response. I just disappeared in a blur, running away as fast as I could.
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    I walked into my room on the fourth floor of the hotel. I wanted to throw myself on my bed first thing, but I needed a shower.
    I walked over to the open door that led to my parents’ room, adjoining this one. I was about to shut it, then I saw that my parents were in their room on their break. I walked in, letting out a sigh to announce my arrival. I sat down on the bed next to Mom, who was reading a book.
    “Getting some rest before training with Selena?” Dad said from his spot at the table next to the window. He was writing something down on a notepad.
    “Yeah, gonna take a shower and try to get a nap,” I said.
    “I don’t think you’re going to have to try very hard,” Mom said with a comforting smile.
    “I agree with you there. It’s been a long day,” I said as I rubbed my face, trying to scrub the tiredness from it. “What are you writing down, Dad?”
    He looked at me above his reading glasses. “Just working on a schedule for the kitchen. We’ve got a lot of great people volunteering.”
    “That’s great,” I said. “Thanks for taking care of the civilians while the rest of us focus on this whole Atlas thing.”
    Dad smiled, and Mom patted me on the back. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “We know you’ve got it under control. But if you ever need any help with anything, you know where to find us.”
    I nodded. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll talk to you guys later.” I stood to leave, but Mom stopped me.
    “Don’t think we haven’t forgotten about tomorrow. What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?” she asked.
    I stopped and slowly turned, groaning. “Come on, Mom. We don’t have time for any birthday stuff.”
    “Nonsense!” she said. “It’s your eighteenth birthday! You deserve a cake.”
    I hesitated before telling them about tomorrow. I knew Mom was really looking forward to my birthday, so telling her I wasn’t even going to be on this continent in 24 hours would upset her. “I’m actually not going to be here tomorrow,” I said.
    They both looked at me with puzzled faces. I explained the whole thing to them, how Doug had been in contact with some people overseas and how Selena and I were planning to go tomorrow. “They want to put it to a vote tomorrow morning, but I’m sure it’ll go through,” I said at the end.
    Mom got up from her spot on the bed and gave me a hug, her eyes misty. “I guess her son saving the world is the best thing a mother could ask for on her child’s eighteenth birthday.”
    I laughed, as did Dad. “I’ll be sure to stop by and say goodbye before I leave,” I told them. With that, I left the room to go get some rest, having not given them a proper goodbye.

STREET FIGHT
    A knock at the door woke me from my sleep. I got up and walked over to look through the peephole. Selena was standing there, waiting for me to answer.
    “There you are,” she said as I opened the door. “Drew told me you’d be here.”
    I rubbed my head and turned around, then walked over to my bed. Selena followed me in.
    “He didn’t seem too pleased with you,” she said.
    I sat down on the edge of my