The Dictator

The Dictator

Alina is in year nine at school, and managing perfectly well... But then she meets a junior school kid who has set his sights on world domination. She decides to try to help him realise how bad that idea is. But later, she regrets getting involved at all; when Miles does not respond to her hints that world domination is not a good idea, she has to find a way to beat the system. Even with the help of a mysterious guy named Flynn, it's going to be near impossible... This story is also on Watpad. I published it there, so don't start freaking out about copyright if you find the other version.

published on March 28, 2015not completed

Chapter Eleven

Alina stared at Miles, surprised beyond her level of comfort.
"Don't... Don't the teachers find it?" Miles grinned at her.
"They don't have a clue. And they never will." Alina shook her head. The teachers would find it someday, of that she was sure. But these thoughts were quickly expelled as a tall ginger lad walked into the lab, his mysterious grey eyes sparkling in the half light.

"Flynn!" she explained. Smiling he returned the greeting, and then they fell into each other's arms.
"I really missed you while you were away." Flynn told her.
"I missed you too." Alina replied. Suddenly, a curtain of awkwardness fell down between them, and the pair became aware of Miles standing behind them. They stepped back from each other.

"What are you doing here?" Alina asked.
"Helping Miles." he said, formality back in his voice. He turned to him. "Have you got the ammonium?" Miles nodded and handed over a small test tube of ominously green liqiud. Flynn quickly pocketed it.
"Flynn, can you show Alina around? And explain?" Flynn nodded. He gestured for Alina to follow him. She hurried after him, confused. On the surface, Flynn seemed cool and unworried, but there was something about his manner that suggested that underneath he was flustered, startled, and just generally freaking out. He walked briskly, yet smoothly with a kind of business-like rhythm.

Together they passed bubbling experiments, flickering lasers, and odd electric domes hanging from the ceiling. Sparks jumped between them hissing and crackling. The domes seemed to be the only form of lighting and were probably responsible for the static in the air. Finally Flynn stopped before a wooden door. He took out a key and inserted it into the rusty iron lock. He held the door openfor her, then followed her in and locked it behind them. He turned to Alina. Speaking in a deathly serious tone he asked "Do you know what he's planning?"

Alina looked into his eyes, noticing the stressed glint and the dark circles.
"I can guess..." she replied, staring up at him.
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