~Genre: Fiction, Фэнтези
3
Terry
Never, in the fifteen years that I’ve grown up in this town, did something strange and unexplained like this ever happen.
All over the news were photo’s of us displayed on there, saying that we were found, and that a freak accident occurred but now were fine.
But that wasn’t a freak accident?
It felt too real and purposeful to be random, it was literally one half a секунда when the storm came and changed the sunny outside. I’d never been so scared in my life, I still couldn’t erase that sensation of terror it felt when I was almost drowning.
It felt like the water was chasing me, like it wanted me dead. I felt like I was stuck in a whirlpool, being pulled here and there so fast it was hard to comprehend. Then it felt like the water was pulling toward the outside shore, and when I reached outside, it felt like I entered a world with no sun.
Maybe because I was soaked from head to toe in water, или maybe because I felt numb and the atmosphere outside felt different.
Or maybe not.
I remembered the darkness, until flashes of lighning came into view. I still feel myself shake at the the mere thought of it.
Then came the ultimate lighning. Three different pairs of lightning, that I was surprised it didn’t harm my eardrums, all hit the same spot in the water. It was so dark and weird, I couldn’t look away even though every being in my body was screaming me to.
I still can’t figure it out myself. It was a week after that hideous disaster and we all haven’t spoken about it, come to think of it, we’ve barely spoken at all. Yes, our eyes would meet in halls, или we’d wave and say hi, but we’ve never had a full fleged conversation.
I wish we did. So very bad.
“Terry, why don’t we hit up a the mall and get some new clothes?” My friend Marie asked.
I didn’t feel up to it. “Maybe.”
“Okay meet Ты up after school,” she replied, purposely giving me her Еда with extra calories.
I took a deep breath and put down my frustration, before I would’ve been fine with that, but now it annoyed me. I can’t blame her for the way she is, as a child she’s never been rejected или heard the word ‘no’. But it gets on my nerves when I don’t exactly say yes, but she takes it as that and forces me to come with her.
I wasn’t up to anything at the moment.
An час later the колокол, колокольчик, белл that dismissed school sounded and I got up and deliberately slwly put my thing into my bag. A text was sent to my phone, and Marie was already yelling at me to hurry up. I dread the день already.
“Finally,” Marie snaps as I get in. “Takes Ты a damn eternity.”
I ignore her Комментарий as I look around, I see Brooklyn walking out of the school building towards a mellow mustang, our eyes meet briefly and I give a wave, she waves back.
“Why are Ты waving to that foreign loser?” Mair asks, as she sneers at Brooklyn, who quickly looks away.
“She’s nice,” I say, annoyed.
“More like annoying, I have years worth of proof.”
“She just moved here a месяц ago,”
Marie shrugs. “Enough to me.”
I hold in my retort, Marie was never a nice girl, I’m just noticing that еще and еще since that storm. Marie and I, were part of the Популярное crowd, who most are just jerks. The only reason I get to hang with the crew is because Marie and I have history, we’ve been Друзья for awhile.
But right now, I feel like her servant than her friend, a person who she hangs out when she’s ditched by everyone else. I’ve never noticed it before, but it’s like after that storm my eyes have been opened to see everything.
Like I’m seeing the world truly for the first time, for what it truly is.
Something’s telling me it has to do with that book.
3
Terry
Never, in the fifteen years that I’ve grown up in this town, did something strange and unexplained like this ever happen.
All over the news were photo’s of us displayed on there, saying that we were found, and that a freak accident occurred but now were fine.
But that wasn’t a freak accident?
It felt too real and purposeful to be random, it was literally one half a секунда when the storm came and changed the sunny outside. I’d never been so scared in my life, I still couldn’t erase that sensation of terror it felt when I was almost drowning.
It felt like the water was chasing me, like it wanted me dead. I felt like I was stuck in a whirlpool, being pulled here and there so fast it was hard to comprehend. Then it felt like the water was pulling toward the outside shore, and when I reached outside, it felt like I entered a world with no sun.
Maybe because I was soaked from head to toe in water, или maybe because I felt numb and the atmosphere outside felt different.
Or maybe not.
I remembered the darkness, until flashes of lighning came into view. I still feel myself shake at the the mere thought of it.
Then came the ultimate lighning. Three different pairs of lightning, that I was surprised it didn’t harm my eardrums, all hit the same spot in the water. It was so dark and weird, I couldn’t look away even though every being in my body was screaming me to.
I still can’t figure it out myself. It was a week after that hideous disaster and we all haven’t spoken about it, come to think of it, we’ve barely spoken at all. Yes, our eyes would meet in halls, или we’d wave and say hi, but we’ve never had a full fleged conversation.
I wish we did. So very bad.
“Terry, why don’t we hit up a the mall and get some new clothes?” My friend Marie asked.
I didn’t feel up to it. “Maybe.”
“Okay meet Ты up after school,” she replied, purposely giving me her Еда with extra calories.
I took a deep breath and put down my frustration, before I would’ve been fine with that, but now it annoyed me. I can’t blame her for the way she is, as a child she’s never been rejected или heard the word ‘no’. But it gets on my nerves when I don’t exactly say yes, but she takes it as that and forces me to come with her.
I wasn’t up to anything at the moment.
An час later the колокол, колокольчик, белл that dismissed school sounded and I got up and deliberately slwly put my thing into my bag. A text was sent to my phone, and Marie was already yelling at me to hurry up. I dread the день already.
“Finally,” Marie snaps as I get in. “Takes Ты a damn eternity.”
I ignore her Комментарий as I look around, I see Brooklyn walking out of the school building towards a mellow mustang, our eyes meet briefly and I give a wave, she waves back.
“Why are Ты waving to that foreign loser?” Mair asks, as she sneers at Brooklyn, who quickly looks away.
“She’s nice,” I say, annoyed.
“More like annoying, I have years worth of proof.”
“She just moved here a месяц ago,”
Marie shrugs. “Enough to me.”
I hold in my retort, Marie was never a nice girl, I’m just noticing that еще and еще since that storm. Marie and I, were part of the Популярное crowd, who most are just jerks. The only reason I get to hang with the crew is because Marie and I have history, we’ve been Друзья for awhile.
But right now, I feel like her servant than her friend, a person who she hangs out when she’s ditched by everyone else. I’ve never noticed it before, but it’s like after that storm my eyes have been opened to see everything.
Like I’m seeing the world truly for the first time, for what it truly is.
Something’s telling me it has to do with that book.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying by their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will Любовь start?
The день we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The день we Любовь too much to kill
The день others' pain becomes our pain
The день we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying by their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will Любовь start?
The день we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The день we Любовь too much to kill
The день others' pain becomes our pain
The день we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the горький wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
Пение its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined by others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Остаться в живых symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the горький wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
Пение its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined by others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Остаться в живых symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn