This is the true story of the recent death of the beloved mayor Zachary Beatty. Dear reader let me warn you, I am not the hero; I am a coldblooded killer at the beginning of this tale and at the end. However, do not accuse me of being the villain. My codename is _____?, and this is my story of unsuspected vengeance.
This tale starts like any other day. Well I mean any other day for me. I started my morning with a call from my contractor and best friend, Stan, he said the government had a hit for me in Detroit. (For your understanding, I only take jobs from the government and not just anyone with the right sources; by doing all of my contracts through the U.S. government, it wouldn’t matter if I someone caught me, and the target always deserves the ultimate punishment of death.) A big time drug dealer named Hernandez, the police couldn't take down due to a so called flaw in the system. You see if someone calls us I go and let loose the guillotine on those who the police can’t because of our flawed systems or “moral” codes. I learned early on in life that what people say help keep them in check or safe is actually what makes them weak. I decided to throw out all of my morals and to do whatever I see fit. I must admit I hesitated to take the job until he told me the price, $1,000,000. I should have known something wasn’t right, but at the time I just assumed that the contractor had some vendetta, that’s normal. I started the same way I always did. First, I would look at the file already sent to my private email, well, my only email. While reading I would try to find weaknesses such as personal connections, habits, injuries, places they frequently visit. These all made my job much easier. He had no known injuries, and he was always on the move, never stayed at the same place, and he would only stay for a couple of days. However, he did have a drinking and smoking addiction. Addictions give me more opportunities to make the hit look like an accident. However, I decided not to for this contract. After studying my victim for an hour or so I had an idea. I found that one of his latest deals didn’t go so well. My plan was then simple. I would break into his apartment, which was only a mile-ish away from his recent deal with the local gang. Next, take out his security, he usually brought about 5-10 men. Child's play. After they’re disposed of, eliminate the target with multiple gun shots, that way it looks less professional. Finally, plant the drugs and leave the gangs mark and viola, everybody blames the gang and never suspects that something is amiss. I loaded my silenced AMT’s and took off. On my way there I saw someone, someone who I had subliminally been searching for my whole life. This is where everything begins to derail. “I still have a job to do, I still have a job to do,” I said again and again trying to contain my rage. I reached for my phone and called ____. “What’s the problem,” he instantly answered. “Nothing...yet, but I need a favor.” “That’s very unlike you.” “Just listen, I found him, and he is not getting away this time.” “Wait, you really found him.” “Yeah, I could never forget his face, I’m sending a photo now, all I need to know is what his name is.” “Is that really the guy you’re looking for, because that’s the mayor of ___.” “I’m certain it’s him I could never forget his face, thanks.” The fact that I never paid attention to any news whether it was local or international, just came back to bite me. Now I at least knew where my target was. Something was different this time. As I went in I didn’t know what it quiet was but later I would discover and it would haunt me forever. I worked my way to the top floor suite. I found two guard and quickly killed them. Next I worked my way to the main room. I noticed something odd as I passed and killed more guards, they were all police. I finally found my target and that’s when I finally pieced it all together. They lied to me, they made a simple change in the system. My target a supposed drug lord, he was a cop. Later I would also discover that he was the chief of police. I stood in shock, so many other targets rushed back to my head, and I realized all of them, they were innocent, every single one of them. After more research in the future I would learn that all of the poor innocent souls I killed were for the benefit of different government officials. This one, for a quick example was for the major who I already held a great deal of resentment towards. The chief was on to his wrongs, which are the wrongs that got me here in life. Now, this is the part in most stories where the protagonist let’s the victim live, and exposes the real evil to the rest of the world. Sadly, that is not what I did. Like I said at the beginning, I wouldn’t change. I had always finished the job, so I did. Entry 14, subject, agent ---- . I have made a discovery. The major he killed was the man who massacred his family. Sadly I still do not know where ___ has vanished to. Our analysts could never figure out what made him go into hiding, or what gave him the sudden urge to abandon his contact. No matter, with a bit of work he’ll be back out in the field.
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I knew that this would happen someday, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. Here I am holding in my cold, dry hands a letter that will change my entire life for the better, or for the worse. Ever since I was little I knew what my future looked like. Three minutes can do that to a person. That was the difference between me and my twin sister Adley. Three minutes can do a lot to a person and in my case I became betrothed to a prince in a far away land in three minutes. Because of that, I know what this letter says. However, I don’t want to open it, I feel like I’m scared of what the letter could say.
“Well what are you waiting for Addalynn? Open it!” my twin sister Adley said bringing me out of my thoughts. “Okay, here I go. Even though I already know what it says.” I say. I opened the letter and read it out loud: “Dear Princess Addalynn of Lilesville, Congratulations! You are instructed to come to the Rosetown castle at once! You are the soon to be queen of Rosetown. We will have everything prepared for you so you don’t need to bring anything. If you want you can bring a backpack full of little keepsakes. We honestly are so very excited to meet you! Sincerely, The royal guard of Rosetown” “Well, we’ll miss you.” my mom Mareena said. “OH, I know just the thing to do!” Adley said with her white teeth sparkling. “What?” my dad Calvin replied with a confused tone. “Let’s throw a going away party!” she said jumping around, practically jumping off of the pure white roof. “That’s a great idea!” my younger brother Maven said, “Can we mom and dad?” “I’m sorry we can’t.” I replied. “Why?” Adley asked with sad face. “We have to leave today.” I replied. A few days later was my wedding day. I am actually pretty nervous because you can never be too careful. I don’t know what he’s like. He could be a complete dork, bully, idiot or to look on the positive side of things he could be sweet and caring. Well, here I go I am about to meet my future husband and get married. I know, I actually haven’t met him yet. As I eyeballed the white tall doors that would take me to my future, I remembered something. “Addalynn Stop!”, my mom yelled after me, “you’re going to run into something!” Bang! I fell on the floor and looked at the tall white door. My head started pounding and had to be sent to the nurse’s station to make sure that I didn’t have a concussion. I smiled at that memory. The last time I had seen this castle was through childlike eyes. The castle was tall, and beautifully grey stoned with white accents. Before I had time to think about it any more my father came to take me down the aisle, just as the large frosted doors began to slowly creek open. I kept staring at the charcoal grey wooden flooring they have. I didn’t dare look up. As we slowly came to a stop, I lifted my head up and in front of me I saw a compassionate looking man. I could see the rest of my life in front of me. I could see my entire future laid out in his bright green eyes. Our future kids, kingdom, parties, the good times, and the bad times. All of it. The way I see it everyone has their own three minutes that can change their life for the better or worse. My three minutes came in a very unexpected way. However, if it weren’t for those three minutes, I wouldn’t have the best life I could ask for. “5,6,7,8!” Katie yells at us.
Another ordinary day in my ordinary life. Wake up, go to school, go home, go to dance, do homework, and then go to sleep. Except today’s a little more exciting than my other days. Today I got my final grades, all A’s, the usual, and today’s also two weeks before the day where all of my work and my team’s work pays off. Competition day. I know it doesn’t sound like one of the most exciting things but for a dancer, like me, today’s one of those moments where you can’t stop thinking about it and you stay up at night because you feel like you have a huge knot in your stomach that you can’t get out . Now for me, this is one of the best things about dancing besides the feeling of muscle soreness throughout your body and your legs that you have to stretch out. I walk out of the studio after class with sweat dripping off my forehead as the grin on my face grew into a smile. I start to walk across the street to my car then suddenly hear a loud blaring horn to my left. I turn to look but only see a bright lights as a sharp pain runs through my legs. I sit in the middle of the street and look at the red twisted mess of my legs. I try to crawl to the sidewalk but sharp needles ride up my spine. I sit there staring at them wondering what to do as the nearby pedestrians rush toward me asking if I’m okay. I think to myself, Oh yeah I’m totally fine. I only got run over and now have no feeling what so ever in the lower half of my body. I sit there looking at the people crowding around me and hear a faint siren as everything slowly starts to spin and fade...and then nothing. I wake up in a white hospital bed surrounded by beeping and humming from machines. I open my eyes and squint at the bright white light above me. My eyes finally adjust as I scan the room and then they meet my parents. “Callie?” they say rushing over to me. My mom hugs me. “What happened?” I ask. They exchange a look and then look back at me, worried, and then my dad finally speaks, “You were walking out of dance and then you..” he stops, “You were hit by a car.” he says, his voice trailing off at the end. “How long is it going to take for me to heal? I have two weeks before competition and Katie will kick me out of the dances if I’m not at practice next week.” I say. My parents share a look once again and then look back. This time my mom speaks, “Callie, I don’t think you’ll be at practice for a while.” she glances at my legs. I follow her eyes and look at them, except they’re not there. “Wh-what?” I stare at where my legs should be when the nurse walks in. “You’re awake! I’ll go get the doctor” I look up at her and then look back down. Experiencing the most uneasy feeling, looking at a blanket and not feeling what I should always feel, or the feeling of wanting to point my toes and move a little except I didn’t have anything to move. I sit there still looking at the empty space and finally get myself to look away as the doctor walks in. He explains my situation and what had happened, “Your legs were so damaged we had no other choice but to amputate..” I stare at him and try to focus on his words but then everything went dark once again as I pass out. A entire year had now passed, year full of physical therapy and trips to the hospital since the incident. I sit in front of my doctor once again as he explains, “So Callie, you could use prosthetic legs and go back to dancing. You have a surprisingly strong body and if you’re willing to do it, you could.” He continues to explain how I could go back to dance but I didn’t want to. I don’t want to go back and only see half of me in the mirror. I don’t want to wake up in the morning and not feel the soreness from the lessons. So I look at the doctor and shake my head. He frowns for a second but then his face lightens up again. “You could use runner blades for track and field if you would like.” I try to picture it but couldn’t. Dance was my whole life, but now I can’t do what I love. I look back up again and shake my head while lowering it. The doctor frowns, “I hope you take the options into consideration. I want to help you get up and move again.” Yeah well so do I. I think to myself. Today could not have gotten any better. Today’s the day where all of my hard work would pay off. 3 months, 92 days, and about 2,190 hours of training and preparation to this day. I walk toward my opponents, eyeing them while I walk by. I stand at the starting line and wait for the bursting sound of the gunshot. Today’s the day of my very first track meet. The idea of having a flash fiction story is ridiculous. Having a story that only fits onto one page does terrible things to the story that is written on one page of modern parchment, otherwise known as “paper.” These stories might as well be made in one minute, for all the emotion and story they convey. Flash fictions allow little room for elaborating about the story’s main plot or its’ reasons, and typically make little sense at times. For example, if someone wrote about, say a typical fantasy novel, they would only be able to get as far as about an eighth of a chapter before having to stop, otherwise it would no longer be classified as flash fiction! Frankly, flash fictions convey as much story as a rock. They leave much unfinished, and several holes in the story where suddenly this character gets something or where this happens, and there is no reason or logic behind the idea or concept being presented. Simply, flash fictions can’t convey much more than a couple sentences before falling apart. Such as this one! There are plenty of holes in its’ logic, it is assuming that all flash fiction stories are complete rubbish, and it’ll probably leave some half formed good idea behind for your head to get stuck on. Plenty of flash fiction stories use the concepts illustrated amazingly well, such as the infamous “For sale: baby shoes, never worn” flash fiction. It only talks about the terrible flash fictions, and by this point, it’s probably becoming one of the terrible ones. It’s contradicting itself by making a sudden 180 degree turn and saying good things about flash fiction. It’s madness! So do yourself a favor, and make sure you never ever write a flash fiction.
Bobbie, the only girl and the youngest in her family, loved so many things, sometimes she thought too many. She loved everything including hunting, fishing, camping, dirt bikes, football, and everything messy. Yet, she loved the color pink, sparkles, and loved being a cheerleader. She is most definitely a daddy's girl and like any normal girl, whether it be a tomboy, or a girly girl. Just Bobbie.
Tyler, the only boy and the Eldest sibling, straight A student and had his whole life planned out before him. He wanted to become a pharmacist, rich, with a huge house, and money all around. That's what he pictured success as. He is very stubborn and doesn't know when to call it quits. He works his butt off everyday. But just like any boy. He loved baseball, football, and all things sporty. Tyler did not ever give up. He pushed himself to reach his goals and NEVER let himself down. Mandy, the most hard working mom around. She worked as a pharmacy technician. She knew everything about everything and always had the answers. She loved her kids with all of her life, and would give her life up in a heartbeat for them. She fed them, clothed them, and knew all the remedies to their problems. She gave up the rest of her life for them as a young girl and knew nothing else. She and her husband had been married 15 years; since the age of 18. Tom, the best dad ever, had the kids laughing and smiling 24/7 and he knew exactly what to do to cheer them up. He could turn their day around in seconds without even trying. He never let his job come between his family. Tom would never let his kids get hurt. He took them hunting, shooting, and he took them to every rodeo in town. He absolutely loved watching movies with his family, and spending time with them. He and Bobbie always had a special bond, an unbreakable bond of daddy and daughter, one of the nicest people you could ever meet. Over the course of several years this family grew apart. They no longer had movie nights and family nights. Tyler, now a teenager, did his own thing. Mandy and tom constantly arguing and fighting. And Bobbie. Still just a little girl trying to fix everything. She doesn't know what's happening with her family and it broke her heart. She’s just a little 11 year old girl and she wanted more than anything for her family to be happy again. 2 more years and Tom filed for divorce. Mandy, so upset and didn't know what to do with her life. Tyler got with some of the bad kids at school and started doing things he shouldn't have. Bobbie now a teenager, her parents forced her to change schools and she fell into a deep depression. Next year, tom now engaged to a new women. Mandy moved to colorado with her best friend. Tyler, heading to college, still making poor decisions . Bobbie, now in 8th grade, and the only thing she knew: push forward no matter what. She realized people leave and that she had to be strong for herself. Bobbie learned to live alone.. At least that's how she felt. She lived with her dad but he spent all his time with his fiancee. She spent most of her time in her room. Bobbie had gained so many friends that she didn't really feel alone. They helped her get through everything, even if they didn't realize it. Her friends were everything and she put them before anything else. The most important people in her life. Bobbie decided that she liked her best friend keaton. He always made her laugh and knew how to cheer her up. He liked her too. They soon started dating and spending all day together. After school bobbie would ride his bus with him and other friends and they would hang out till she had to go to cheer. Keaton was now her everything…. But she had seen too much of broken love. She didn't want her life to be like her parents. She broke up with keaton. They both promised to stay friends, but that's never how it really turns out. Bobbie felt more alone than ever. Since she broke up with keaton all her friends left her. Her everything left and she had now nothing. The only person still by her, dawn.. Dawn, Bobbie’s best friend.. She stook by bobbies side no matter what. Dawn and bobbie had been through tons of ups and downs, but never did they give up on eachother. Tyler, now in college studying for psychology. He was up to no good in the small town where he lived. He lived in a house with 10 other guys and all they all made bad decisions. Bobbie worried about him so much. He never called. He always said that his parents ruined his life, and that's why he's on the wrong path… but bobbie went through the same things he did. She didn't understand how she could be strong and stay tall, but he fell so far down. Bobbie, tyler, tom, and mandy. They used to reflect a perfect family, until everything changed. None of them knew if what happened, happened for the better, however they all knew that whatever happens in life you just have to push through no matter what. Somewhere in the vast sweltering Arizona, the state where it is always high-noon, and no liberation from the scorching sun, there lay the small rugged town of Aurora Ridge. A town you may see in any normal western movie. Full of small rustic buildings and horses. But this town is not normal by any means, because it is situated in the heart of outlaw country.
We arrive at the middle of an intense gun duel. Each man standing no more than twenty feet apart. Their faint bootprints lying softly in the dry sand and dirt. The town lying completely and utterly silent. No sign of any human life, but if you look closely at the town windows you may spot a fleeting glimpse of energy, peeking out from behind the torn and battered curtains. Each man standing at the ready, looking each other dead in the eye, waiting for any sign of fear or weakness. You may mistake the men as nothing more than manikins or inanimate objects , each too determined and scared to move. The drops of sweat inching down further on each mans greasy face with each passing moment. Their hands twitching over the weapon that could end someone’s life in an instant without any second thought. The wind blew over the town, kicking up grains of sand and embedding itself in any open pore, enough to make any man cringe with pain, but these two seem to be immune to such torture. Their hands began to twitch more intensely and with more determination of wanting to end this other man's life. Everyone witnessing this intense spectacle knew that this was it, this was going to end soon, with one man six feet under ground or the possibility of both of them dead. These men knew that there was only a fifty percent chance they would come out of this alive, but that didn’t stop them, their hate and determination was too strong to be controlled by any matter of love or compassion on this earth. They wanted to end this man's life, and there was no changing it. That's when they grabbed their guns with a fierce intensity and aimed at each other, before there could be any chance of thought the bullets were shot like lions who were released from their cage and stampeded toward the other man. We staggered out of the Initiation room, all three of us exhausted to the core. The strenuous process demanded both our physical and mental strength. Though bone-tired and hardly able to stand, the truth became clear for all of us and we all knew what we needed to do. As we stepped into the cold, dull gray control area, we saw the pair pretending to be our parents for these past 7 years. They opened their arms as we came towards them in a loving gesture. We didn’t return the embrace; theirs was forged of fictitious love. We knew they didn’t love us and we would no longer accept their mock compassion.
The big door on the right opened up and we immediately sprinted towards it. Still in a running position, all our muscles suddenly froze and left us motionless. “I hope you don’t have the audacity to think that you could actually escape me,” came a smooth, sly but commanding voice spreading through the room like a toxic gas. “We did your dirty work, now let us go!” I spat, struggling, trying desperately to make my muscles work. I saw Taeya and Jett trying the same thing but with no success. “Don’t be so simple minded,” came the silky snake-like voice. A dark figure emerged from a door on the left, the owner of that spine-chilling voice. “Oh, the reason you can’t move? Yes, that would be the muscle control device I installed in your Initiation suits. It prevents you from trying to escape after The Test, just as I suspected you would.” He said this with a sly smile just as repulsive as his slimy voice. At the end, The Initiation Test revealed everything to us. We now knew every little secret they kept from us since they trapped us in this laboratory. It was hard to accept and even harder to take in. That the place we grew up in and the mentors we all grew to love had all been a lie. A program designed for evil. Even our parents - just as fake as the rest of it. They don’t love us… Calden! CALDEN! I suddenly snapped back to reality. Taeya spoke to me through her telepathy - the gift she possessed even before Jett and I knew her. She talks to us without speaking all the time and it helps us communicate in tight places. Yeah? I thought back. What are we gonna do? We have to get out of here, these people are evil. I can’t do anything like that Test ever again! She sounded scared and very serious. I know, I know… We’ll get out of this Taeya, I promise. Meanwhile, Draven Mortem, the snake man in charge of this whole sick thing, just finished up his long ramble about how we’ll never escape this fortress and how there’s nothing we can do to stop his plans. “You can’t keep us here!” yelled Jett. “And why is that, Jett?” There was silence. Draven continued, “I already have and I will. I have use for you very soon. For now my children, sleep and recover your strength. You will need it to complete your next task.” Immediately, I felt the fabric on my suit tighten, cutting off the circulation to all my limbs like a boa constrictor. Then my vision grew hazy and just before I blacked out, I saw Taeya and Jett hit the hard floor next to me. I woke to the sound of dripping water. Rolling over, I saw the dark lump that was Jett staring at the bleak, brown ceiling. I blinked several times and sat up with a groan. “Jett,” I whispered. “Hmm?” he answered weakly. I looked around staring into the inky, dark pool of black surrounding me on all sides. “Where are we?” Taeya! I called through thought. “Over here,” she said aloud. Her voice came from the corner to the right of me. I shuffled my way to her through the darkness, putting my arms around her as soon as my hands found hers. “Calden,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s okay.” I whispered back. After several moments of silence, Jett said, “Anyone know what Draven meant when he said he has use for us very soon?” In a blinding flash, a torch lit up, illuminating the room. We were in a cell at the end of a brown underground tunnel. Several torches in the hall blazed to life, revealing more of the seemingly endless passage. We all stood up and gathered by the cell door. “Look around for anything useful to get us out of here.” I said. We started searching the stone ground and walls. Without warning, the cell door swung open slowly, letting out an ominous creak that echoed down the tunnel. We walked cautiously to the open door and Jett peered out and threw a small rock out into the passageway as if checking for traps. Nothing changed. “Clear,” Jett said, turning back to us. “Is this..?” started Taeya as she put her and in mine. “Another test.” I said as we stepped out into the drafty hallway. Eyes open.
My mouth tasted raw and unpleasant. My nose has a weird see-through tube running up it. My legs covered in an itchy material. I hear a strange humming sound coming from my right, and a beeping sound above me. I try to crane my neck back to see what made the beeping sound, but a sharp pain goes up from my spine to every hair on my head. So I just decide to sit in this bed. I am still looking around. I see my long dark brown hair off to the side of my shoulders. My hair soft on my neck. I look down and see the itchy material my legs felt; its a green fleece blanket that covers the blue and white polka dot cloth that covers my body. The room so bright I have to squint when I look around; trying to move as little as possible. A light brown table sits next to my bed. A bright light comes from the window on my right. A shard of light comes from the open door on my left. All this very unfamiliar to me. I have never heard nor seen any of these things before. This place smells of rubber gloves, like a hospital. All of a sudden it hit me! I’m in a hospital! Why am I here? What happened to me? Why does my back and head hurt so much? I can’t remember! Panic surged through my body as if it was the blood in my veins. The beeping got faster and so did my heart beat. A nurse in a white little dress with a red collar walked in through the doorway. She brushed back her short black hair. She looked directly into my eyes and spoke in a voice that sounded so soft and smooth. “Oh! You're awake! How are you feeling?” “Um… I’m not really sure, I don't know where I am! I don’t know what happened! My mind is just all black! I don’t remember anything!” Tears started to stream down my face and my voice had a little crack in it. “There, there my little one.” She said so gently and quite. “Just take a deep breathe and I will go get you some water.” I slowly nodded my head. I can still feel the pain going up my spine. I decide to just close my eyes and just rest for a minute. Trying to make my mind work to remember. Dusting off all the rusty wheels and axles in my head. I focus on my breathing. The oxygen goes in through my lips, into my lungs, then back out my lips. The air is clean and pure. It’s relaxing and I soon drift off into a sleep. I’m not sure how long I slept, but when I wake I see a clear glass of water on the desk next to me. I reach for it; trying to minimize the movement from my spine. I grab the cold glass and wipe the water sweat from the outside of the glass. I take a big gulp of the refreshing water. I close my eyes and feel the water move down my throat and into my stomach. I take another gulp; enjoying every last drop of water. The nurse walks in again. She greets me with a smile. And says in her silk like voice, “How are you doing now? I noticed you fell asleep, so I decided not to bug you.” “I am doing a little bit better now. Thank you for the water.” “Anytime Christina. I’m Paige your personal nurse, I will be here for you anytime you need me.” “What did you just say? “I’m Paige. They assigned me to you after the accident; when you were brought here. So I will be here all day everyday until we get you all healed up and better.” “No, no. Before that, you… You said a name. Was… Was it my name?” “Oh… Christina! Yea! That is your name. Your full name is Christina Quinn Hammington. That's what we have from your DNA records. Is that not right?” “Um. I don’t know! I have never heard that name before. But I don’t remember who I am or what my name is or anything!” The tears gather in my eyes again. “Please you have to tell me! Please I need to know more about who I am. Or what happened to me.” “I’m sorry I can’t tell you.” “No, no. You don’t understand I have to know.” I didn’t quite realize it, but my voice got louder and angrier. “I need to know. I need to know.” Paige stepped closer to the door and said, “Dr. Hammington we need you in room 12. We have got one that wants information.” A new face appeared in the doorway. It was a pretty young face. A face with blue eyes and blond hair. He looked me in the eyes then walked up to me. “There, there my sweet child. We are going to make this all disappear.” Panik arose out of my chest. A high pitch scream came from my mouth. The Doctor pinned my down and brought a sharp needle out of his pocket. He stuck it in my arm. My eyes began to get very heavy. The room started to go black. The last thing I saw was Dr. Hammington lips saying “I’m so sorry my sweet, sweet daughter.” Eyes Close. The time had officially come, thought gigi, we really have to leave. She takes one last look at her room and closes the door. Tears start to drop to the floor off of her sweet face. As she headed down the stairs, she thought of ever memory, laugh, smile, cry, and anger that she had at the house. She didn't want to leave Utah to start a new life all the way on the other side of the country. She just didn't feel right. When you’re 15 and move to a whole different state and have to live with new people might ruin your life for a little while.
1 year later while Gigi sat on her couch writing in her journal. She starts to have flashbacks of the year and exact day they moved, her 14th birthday…... March 9, 2016 Georgia May Cassidy is my full name, but it’s Gigi for short. I have lived in utah for 14 years of my life, but now New York City is where I will live. It’ll be awfully hard to get used to. I’ve made many friends throughout the years in utah, and some of them stayed and most of them left. My friends in utah changed my life for the better. I wish i could see them more often than only in summer, but summer will approach and i can’t wait to see them. Oh!!! I almost forgot! Today, i turn 15 and i will celebrate it with my family. We will go out for dinner, watch a movie, and play games. Oh and of course presents!! As gigi wrote in her journal the doorbell dings. She puts her pencil and notebook down and walks to the door while the dog, Didi excitedly waits to see who has visited. Gigi opens the door and it all quickly flashes before her eyes. Gigi will never seem so happy as this moment, and she almost started to cry because her friends from Utah came to spend the weekend in New York for her 15th birthday! April, her best friend, gave her a long, warm hug. Gigi hugged each and every one of them and realized how lucky she is and she thought to herself, nothing will ever become as amazing as this moment. They all went inside and straight to the kitchen to catch up with each other. As they sat at the kitchen table, Gigi felt a shaking sensation to the house and the table, and things escalated really quickly that things fell off shelves.They scramble to find places under the kitchen table and the table nearby. They hid under the tables for what felt like forever before everything stopped and all went silent. Sirens flashed around everywhere with doctors and nurses rushing around helping people find people under the remnants of the houses that once stood. Gigi managed to crawl out but had a hard time standing due to her leg that was bleeding uncontrollably. Gigi’s friends come around what used to act as the kitchen and some of them wrapped in bandages and casts all situated on them. They helped pull her out and got the doctors to wrap her up. A couple days later they all got situated in schools and churches. Gigi had broken her right leg and some other bones in her arms and body, but at least they had all made it out alive. My butt felt sore from sitting the passenger seat of Ray’s car for the past three days. For six years, Ray and I would never leave each other’s sides. I can remember it now like it was only yesterday. We met each other in our freshman year of high school in my first period class: Gym.
Very slowly, I dragged my feet to my first period class: Gym. I’ve always hated gym with a strong, burning passion. I highly doubted that things would change at all this year. Then, I walked into the gym and saw a boy leaning against a wall, playing Pokemon on his DS. “Pokemon, huh? Who’s your favorite?” “Pikachu, obviously,” Ray replied. “Oh, are you a bandwagoner?” I teased. Ray glared at me. “Fine, let’s have a competition then and see who the real Pokemon fan is. I name a Pokemon and you have to name a different one and we’ll go back and forth from there. Whoever repeats one or can’t think of another loses.” I rose my eyebrows like it was a joke. “Oh, it’s on.” I won the competition. From the back I could hear the loud singing of my other best friends, Cameron and Mona. Mona usually never showed this side of her, normally she never talks and blushes when anyone even looked at her; but around her friends, she never stops talking and dancing. Cameron, on the other hand, has always like this; only worse when around us. Ray turns up the radio and starts humming along while I record Cameron and Mona without them knowing. For a solid five or six years, we’ve planned out a road trip across the US after graduation. So far things are going well other than a few minor accidents. Okay, maybe they weren’t so minor. The first night we left home, we almost hit a cow. Ray had turned the steering wheel so hard that we rammed into a fence. The cow appeared to be unharmed, the car had several dents, and the fence lied in pieces on the ground, but nobody got hurt… Physically, anyway. Ray let out a string of curse words upon seeing the damage of his precious car. That next morning, Cameron had to pee so bad that I had to dump out a water bottle for him to pee into… Then we hit a bump. With the speed of a rocket, we made a trip to the store for new clothes and a washing. We’d successfully made it almost the entire day without any other catastrophes, but that obviously didn’t last long. Mona got car sick and puked all over Cameron which lead to a second store trip where he had to buy another set of fresh clothing. Poor Cameron. Things only got worse from there. We stopped at a gas station for a refill and snacks. I got myself some coffee and powdered donuts. While I drank my coffee, Ray flew right over a speed bump which caused my hot coffee to go absolutely everywhere, leaving first degree burns on everyone. Ray hadn’t slept in a good 48 hours, living on coffee and energy drinks because he didn’t trust anyone to drive his baby (but what could get much worse than pee, puke, and coffee stains as well as dents from hitting a fence). I finally convinced him to let one of us drive. Cameron, Mona, and I had a big argument about who should drive next. Somehow, Cameron won and he took the wheel. The last time we let Cameron drive, he crashed ran the car into a gas station, I still don’t now how he won the argument. A cop quickly pulled him over because not only for speeding, but also for appearing to be drunk. Cameron past the “are you drunk?” test and continued driving. Next we came incredibly close to hitting a deer, then he fell asleep and we went into oncoming traffic. Thanks to me, we made it out of that situation alive. After the last incident where we literally almost died, Ray took his car back and continued driving. Which brings us to now, still in Ray’s beat up car. Mona pulled her usually pretty, brown hair into the messiest bun I’ve ever seen and Cameron looks exactly like what our road trip would look life if it were a person. But I wouldn’t change this moment for the world. |
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