X...Re-Arranged...X
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New original story. Mike in this story is not The Glue. Sorry ladies and gents.
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~INTRO~
The summer Los Angeles fell was hot and dry with a stink of motor oil and death in the air. I was only seventeen when the first bomb dropped. Senior year had been a long fought journey and on the day of graduation, a whisper of an unknown war had drifted through the air, making its way slowly from each scholars ear to another. But, without hesitation, we threw up our hats and left all rumors stay embedded in those bleachers metal seats, bolts and all. We let ourselves forget it all over the sight of a graduation gift or two. It wasn't until a week or so later that those forgotten words, sunken into those bleachers, suddenly became our lives. No more gifts or cake or good-byes to college bound friends. The extermination began and we had to do all that was in our power to stay alive...
~PART ONE~
The Rules Of War: Civilians are to be unharmed and protected by any means necessary.
The Ferris wheel spun gracefully on the pier, the lights blurring into the purple- pink dusk. As I looked up, I could see kids hands and stuffed prizes hanging from the sides. Neon coloured elephants and giraffes hung from the edges, creating a colourful montage of animals and lights. I laughed a little and noticed a blue object hurtling to the ground from one of the carts further up. It landed with a splat. A snow cone, now nothing but a blue sugary and watery mess on the ground. The contents spilled from the goopy, yellow cardboard. Small pieces of ice were floating in the cold liquid.
The line shifted forward and I moved with the wave of people. We were almost at the front and were bound to be one of the next groups up. My stomach churned. Heights... Ive had a fear of them since I was a child. I wouldnt be standing in this line of people if it werent for being coaxed on. "Its in honor of graduation," my friends told me. Honor or not, heights are still frightening. And theyre lucky they even pried me from my home and the grips of my parents.
Ever since graduation, where the words of a war on the east coast began, they have been uneasy about the thought of letting me out. Rumor has it that a militia group from another country came in and started reeking havok in Hartford, Connecticut. Unknown (to the public at least) tensions have been raging on for months now and weve had plenty of warnings and incidents. But most have proved false. Its said to be spreading further west, but I wouldnt worry much about it. Everyone is in a panicked tizzy and dont know left from right or north from south.
If we were indeed "teetering on chaos" as our teachers and other officials have said, then why havent we felt this huge shock wave of violence? Nothing to worry about... its all just a load of poppy ****.
As if life couldnt get more hectic, Im tapped on the shoulder by the young kid working the Ferris wheel. Its our turn to get on. With a quivering foot, I step on, followed by my friends, Mike on one side, Colton on the other. Everyone else seats themselves around the perimeter of the cart. I stay far from the door, in fear that I, in my gracefulness, will manage to fall out.
Im shaking uncontrollably now and my heart drops with the rocking of the rising cart. I take a last look around and catch Mikes eye. He just nods, smiles, and looks away. I dont blame him.
I close my eyes. The swaying gets worse and I think Ill vomit. Make it stop! And soon enough, it does after a screeching and jerking halt. This happens again and again until I find the courage to take a peek through my tightly closed eyes. I can barely breathe. I open one eye and lean over the edge. What I see is an almost undescribable beauty. An ocean of blue unfolds in front of us, shimmering with the evening sun. A sea of lights and people swirl below us. The wind blows into my face. Its dry and warm. My hair whips in my face and I watch the setting sun. Mike looks back with me and grabs hold of my hand. And suddenly, I feel like Im going to fall. I hold onto the side tightly and close my eyes again. He lets go.
I can still feel the breeze on my skin and the salty smelling air travel through my nose. But I dont open my eyes. I picture the sun in my head and think that its good enough. Get me down. Get me down! And then, its over, and the sea of lights and people flood my eyes again. Mike gives me a helping hand in knowing to my wobbly steps. I want to cry.
He tried to smile, "That wasnt so bad now was it?"
I look back out to the sun. Its almost completely gone. Dipping into the horizon behind the California waves. My eyes travel back to him, but hes gone, walking with the others. The blue snow cone is still on the ground. But now, it was just a simple puddle of blue. How much Id rather have stayed down here, target to childrens stray snow cones.
I catch up with everyone to here them talk about the battles going on across the country.
"I wonder if any of this stuff is true? I mean, we never hear about it on the news. Do you thinks its just someone trying to get a rise out of everyone?" Colton asked hopefully.
"Who knows? Maybe thats just true. If so, its working." Krystal answered in her normal calm voice.
Mike fell back from the group and put his arm around my shoulder, "You okay? You seem a bit tense."
I looked straight into his eyes. Dark green, "What do you think Mike?" I demanded.
He backed off and put his hands up, "Im just asking. *** Lanny, chill a bit."
I frowned and looked at the ground, "Sorry."
No response and I look to see that Mikes not there and neither are the carnival lights.
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~INTRO~
The summer Los Angeles fell was hot and dry with a stink of motor oil and death in the air. I was only seventeen when the first bomb dropped. Senior year had been a long fought journey and on the day of graduation, a whisper of an unknown war had drifted through the air, making its way slowly from each scholars ear to another. But, without hesitation, we threw up our hats and left all rumors stay embedded in those bleachers metal seats, bolts and all. We let ourselves forget it all over the sight of a graduation gift or two. It wasn't until a week or so later that those forgotten words, sunken into those bleachers, suddenly became our lives. No more gifts or cake or good-byes to college bound friends. The extermination began and we had to do all that was in our power to stay alive...
~PART ONE~
The Rules Of War: Civilians are to be unharmed and protected by any means necessary.
The Ferris wheel spun gracefully on the pier, the lights blurring into the purple- pink dusk. As I looked up, I could see kids hands and stuffed prizes hanging from the sides. Neon coloured elephants and giraffes hung from the edges, creating a colourful montage of animals and lights. I laughed a little and noticed a blue object hurtling to the ground from one of the carts further up. It landed with a splat. A snow cone, now nothing but a blue sugary and watery mess on the ground. The contents spilled from the goopy, yellow cardboard. Small pieces of ice were floating in the cold liquid.
The line shifted forward and I moved with the wave of people. We were almost at the front and were bound to be one of the next groups up. My stomach churned. Heights... Ive had a fear of them since I was a child. I wouldnt be standing in this line of people if it werent for being coaxed on. "Its in honor of graduation," my friends told me. Honor or not, heights are still frightening. And theyre lucky they even pried me from my home and the grips of my parents.
Ever since graduation, where the words of a war on the east coast began, they have been uneasy about the thought of letting me out. Rumor has it that a militia group from another country came in and started reeking havok in Hartford, Connecticut. Unknown (to the public at least) tensions have been raging on for months now and weve had plenty of warnings and incidents. But most have proved false. Its said to be spreading further west, but I wouldnt worry much about it. Everyone is in a panicked tizzy and dont know left from right or north from south.
If we were indeed "teetering on chaos" as our teachers and other officials have said, then why havent we felt this huge shock wave of violence? Nothing to worry about... its all just a load of poppy ****.
As if life couldnt get more hectic, Im tapped on the shoulder by the young kid working the Ferris wheel. Its our turn to get on. With a quivering foot, I step on, followed by my friends, Mike on one side, Colton on the other. Everyone else seats themselves around the perimeter of the cart. I stay far from the door, in fear that I, in my gracefulness, will manage to fall out.
Im shaking uncontrollably now and my heart drops with the rocking of the rising cart. I take a last look around and catch Mikes eye. He just nods, smiles, and looks away. I dont blame him.
I close my eyes. The swaying gets worse and I think Ill vomit. Make it stop! And soon enough, it does after a screeching and jerking halt. This happens again and again until I find the courage to take a peek through my tightly closed eyes. I can barely breathe. I open one eye and lean over the edge. What I see is an almost undescribable beauty. An ocean of blue unfolds in front of us, shimmering with the evening sun. A sea of lights and people swirl below us. The wind blows into my face. Its dry and warm. My hair whips in my face and I watch the setting sun. Mike looks back with me and grabs hold of my hand. And suddenly, I feel like Im going to fall. I hold onto the side tightly and close my eyes again. He lets go.
I can still feel the breeze on my skin and the salty smelling air travel through my nose. But I dont open my eyes. I picture the sun in my head and think that its good enough. Get me down. Get me down! And then, its over, and the sea of lights and people flood my eyes again. Mike gives me a helping hand in knowing to my wobbly steps. I want to cry.
He tried to smile, "That wasnt so bad now was it?"
I look back out to the sun. Its almost completely gone. Dipping into the horizon behind the California waves. My eyes travel back to him, but hes gone, walking with the others. The blue snow cone is still on the ground. But now, it was just a simple puddle of blue. How much Id rather have stayed down here, target to childrens stray snow cones.
I catch up with everyone to here them talk about the battles going on across the country.
"I wonder if any of this stuff is true? I mean, we never hear about it on the news. Do you thinks its just someone trying to get a rise out of everyone?" Colton asked hopefully.
"Who knows? Maybe thats just true. If so, its working." Krystal answered in her normal calm voice.
Mike fell back from the group and put his arm around my shoulder, "You okay? You seem a bit tense."
I looked straight into his eyes. Dark green, "What do you think Mike?" I demanded.
He backed off and put his hands up, "Im just asking. *** Lanny, chill a bit."
I frowned and looked at the ground, "Sorry."
No response and I look to see that Mikes not there and neither are the carnival lights.
