The chapters are going to be MUCH shorter from now on because long chapters are hard for me to write, and they probably annoy readers. I'm sorry for this taking me so long. Lol. I'm so busy, it's not even funny.

Someone must have called an ambulance because someone took Ina away on a stretcher. Peter was dragged over to a clear area where a paramedic was checking his vital signs. I would have told them that Peter had fainted from shock, but I couldn't seem to find my voice. I slowly walked over to where Lukas lay on the ground.

"Lukas, wake up," I finally whispered. Lukas didn't move or respond. Okay, Lukas, you asked for this. "Lukas, you wake up right now!" I kicked him in the side. He coughed, and his eyes fluttered open. "Ow," he said.

I made my way over to the line of dead people. It included mostly non-wedding people, but there was one familiar face.

Mr. Rude!!!! (Oh, yes. I hated him—Peter) Shh, I'm trying to tell the story.

The paramedics had finally made their way over to Annabelle and were placing her onto a stretcher. Felix stood protectively over me and Lukas.

"Ivanists bombed us," Felix whispered. He seemed so shocked. BAYA...I thought. What if BAYA was hit?

"No! I have to see Ina!" Peter shouted. (Wouldn't it be great if he could have just stayed unconscious?—Esme) Paramedics were holding him back, and his eyes were wild. "Please!" he shouted.

     Esme was sitting at the table with her laplet still, awake, but very confused looking.

      "Everyone clear out!" some first responders shouted. There was a tap on my shoulder. It was Evelyn. "Come on, dear. You're coming home with me," she said softly. I rose to my feet.

Smoke hung in the air, and ash and debris blanketed the ground. I could hardly believe that just a few minutes ago everyone was laughing and having a good time.

Evelyn led me away to her car, which stood--undamaged--in the parking lot. I climbed in quickly, followed by Felix.

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       We arrived at Evelyn's enormous house late that night, I went to bed immediately.

         I was awoken the next morning by a shrill ringing sound.