he steps out of the cabin , pointing his finger as if it is a gun . blood exploded from them as they dropped to the ground . this is a tear in the fabric of my ordinary life . gold , blue , green and crimson sparkled in cut-class bottles . or better yet , leave and go back to arch . well , at least she knew he was never very far away , just somewhere where he was trying to do too much and run too fast and people were trying to kill him . 