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III (Zalia):
TV’s were blaring from abandoned homes, talking about the bombing in West Virginia. As we walked along the smoking streets, hand in hand
“The bombing was violent and the capitol is warning neighboring states to take precautions against terrorists,” Bill O’Reliey’s voice came from a little clapboard house on the corner of my street. I felt my face turn red with anger, James shied away from the anger that was rearing up my body like a snake about to strike. My thoughts were spat out before I could stop them.
“HOW DARE THEY!” The anger coursing through my body suddenly disappeared, leaving me feeling exhausted, broken. His hand stroked my hair, the thing that always calmed me down. I reached up taking his hand and holding it tight, never letting go.
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People injured and well gathered in the Cabell/Huntington hospital. It was the only place not destroyed by the bombing. James and I were deemed Healthy and ordered to the 4th floor where the able-bodied inhabitants of West Virginia were being housed till further notice. Nancy Millerton (the host of a popular news show) was being broadcasted on every TV in the whole building: Nancy showed shots of the damage, doctors in the hospitals curing wounded patients and rescuers pulling people out of the wreckage. She held interviews with important officials and even talked on the phone with my dad.
“now Nick is it true you are the reason half of West Virginia is ruined?” I could almost see my father squirming uncomfortably. “No,” his voice was dangerously low with hidden anger. I picked up the remote and clicked the television’s power button off…
IV (Zalia):
Slowly the inhabitants of W.V. got organized. One by one, groups of people filed into a large warehouse, to be outfitted with clothes (from who knew where) and allotted times in the shower. A nasal voice crackled over the loud speakers of the hospital explaining the arrangement.
“you will stay with your group at all times,” I blocked the voice out of my mind, trying to get hold of the anger and confusion chasing each other around my brain. Half the time I felt sympathy with my Father, the other times anger rose up in me, threatening to swallow me whole. I sat there unmoving till James poked me, signaling our groups turn. On the way to the warehouse I learned the names of the others in my group: there was Cynthia, my age with honey blond hair, then the Tuck family (a mother, father and baby), young Chris (6)and his older sister Nina, and then Heather a young journalist (24) and her husband Tom a handsome lawyer. We walked two-by-two till we reached the depot, walking through a short health screening, picking up a pack of clothes and supplies and then sitting down to wait for our turns in the shower. When it was my turn for the shower, I stepped in and was met with a cold blast, as I scrubbed with the lemon scented soap I once again tried to clear my head, drowning my thoughts in the dirty water that flowed down the drain…..
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My thirty minutes up, I stepped out holding the water proof timer, out to the next person who restarted it as she fiddled with the knobs that controlled the showers heat. I exited the bathroom feeling fresh and enhanced after clearing those thoughts from my mind. I met James in the laundry room where we were to wait for the rest of our group before trooping back to the hospital. I kissed him and sat down holding his hand in mine.
“Better?” he asked me, putting our dirty clothes in the nearest washer and turning it on.
“Yeah” my voice cracked after several hours of ill-use.
“Good,” his hand stroked my hair, sending shivers up and down my spine, and my lips found his again. Rousing us from a steamy make-out session, the rest of our group cleared their throats as one collective unit. James pulled himself away and helped Chris gather all the clothes from the washers; leaving me breathless and sweaty in my chair. After gathering the clothes and dolling them out, we trooped out the double doors marked EXIT in red paint. When we reached the hospital, the harassed looking receptionist behind the check-in counter signed our group in and said to Cynthia, Chris and Nina their parents were waiting for them in the waiting room. Then she turned to me.
“You have several messages waiting for you in your room” I nodded, thanked her and hurried off to mine and James’s joint room to retrieve the messages……
V:
(James):
Her lips, her arms that’s all I felt. Sitting there in the hospitals waiting room; Leaning over the arms of the chair. My arms round’ her waist and hers around my neck. Pure bliss. It didn’t last long. “James Linston,” the receptionist interrupted our heaven. Zalia groaned and pulled away. “Go on,” she kissed my forehead and turned away walking towards our jointed rooms.
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(Zalia):
Memories. Hateful ones. They flooded back, one by one
The sight of him with his arms wrapped around her waist.
His lips pressed tight and hard against hers.
Him pulling her away from the crowd,
Into the empty hallway where there was more privacy.
Tears streaming down my cheeks,
Feeling the anger rising in me like a snake about to strike.
Screaming at him, Her pulling away; slapping him.
“You told me she was a cousin!” her voice cracked with anger....
TO BE CONTINUED...
You have a little bit of problems with your punctuations, so you might want to review that, but you seem pretty good apart from that. Oh, and I also indicated when you needed to space your paragraphs. It's just easier for us to read when it's all spaces up like that. 
