Miranda
The “day of reckoning” as they"re now calling it, was a brilliant day for the rebels, just not so good for me. I"ve been stuck in the east end for weeks. The rest of the rebels are out there fighting for our cause and I"m not allowed to leave headquarters. I"m a forty-year-old woman and my father can still tell me what to do. Maybe I need to stop thinking of him as my father since he hasn"t really been like one since I was little. He is my rebel commander and he has commanded me to stay put.
Apparently, the cameras in the tube station caught me putting the pack into the locker and the bomb experts have determined that"s where the explosion started. I can"t ever go back to my military post or walk the streets of London again. To the outside world, I"m a terrorist.
I guess I was l
