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I had just woken up on a Wednesday morning to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. I rolled out of bed and dressed for the school day. Ugh! The uniforms are so annoying! I can't wait for high school so I don't have to wear them. "Helen! Breakfeast is ready!" my mom yells from the kitchen. That was the start to the worst day of my life.
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May 1
Today was terrible. That's all I have to say in summary. During third period today the office called me down. My friends, Lily and Grace look, at me as if saying "What did you do?" I just shrug and leave. When I get down to the office my mom is there waiting for me. Oh great. What did I do this time? I think. As soon as I get in there my mom starts yelling at me, saying that I need to leave school now. I try asking questions but she won't answer.
While we drove home, she started answering my questions. "There are ten people that the U.S. army is after and you are on the list. I can't have you in school because they don't want any of you alive and that's an easy place to find you." I start to believe that she has gone insane until she turns on the radio.
And sure enough it said, "The U.S. Army is hunting down the following:" They listed ten names. Mine was the third. I recognized anothere name, some girl I go to school with. Mary.
"Why do they want us?" I ask. My mom says they haven't said why but that us 10 are going into hiding.
"I'm going to get you what you need to survive." she tells me. "I don't know where you're going but you need supplies. Just then we pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store.
We were inside for a while. Getting stuff like socks, gloves, and anything else to stay warm. My mom also got me a lot of food. What do I look like? A camel? I'm not going to be able to carry all this stuff around!
When we finally checked out (and we got the weirdest look from the cashier) we ran onto this boy. He was one of the ten they were hunting down. "Hi. I'm Ben. Can I offer you any help taking those bags to your car?" he asked my mom.
Oh, he was so cute! His hair was a smooth brown and his face was flawless. I was hoping my mom would say yes. But instead she said, "No thanks we don't need any help." I was (and still am) mad at her for not letting him help! So he said he would see me later and left.
When we got home we packed all my supplie up in backpacks. Surprisingly it all fit into two packs. My mom said that I would leave late tonight. I will probably see Lily and Grace again soon. The army will forget about us and say we are free. I just hope I can survive on granola bars and water.
Around 10:30 my mom drove me to the edge of some forrest a few cities away. I could see the other nine people already there. I got out of the car and found Ben waiting for me. We just started talking and joking around, while the parents talked in hushed voices.
About twenty minutes passed until the adults came to say goodbye to all of us. I embraced my mother for what would be the last time for a while. I know I'll see everyone again real soon. But when we all started walking into the forrest and I looked back, I got the feeling that I would never see my mother again.
- by darkangel9194 |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 02/02/2009 |
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- Title: A Life Worth Fighting For: Ch1
- Artist: darkangel9194
- Description: Well I had this really crazy dream so I decided to make it into a couple of chapters. If it's not good to you, oh well, it's my dream, I didn't control it. I only enhanced it. Please don't aware me of spelling errors because I'm not all that great with typing. Keep im mind that this is told by jounal entries, so how the story is told will be different. But please leave comments and tell me if I should put chapter two in the arenas.
- Date: 02/02/2009
- Tags: death running shooting army hunted
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- clumsy-story of my life - 02/04/2009
- hey!! awesome!! i like it
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- cutie_pie714 - 02/04/2009
- its really good Keep up the good work
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- darkangel9194 - 02/03/2009
- thank you.
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- Death_0f_Death - 02/03/2009
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