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June 15th, 2012, 01:11 PM
Don’t Look Back
Chapter One
The narrow alleys of the big city where home to piles of debris that were left behind. Tall skyscrapers were reminders of bustling streets and crammed subway cars however; we had nothing to show for it now. I was in what used to be New York City.
I was one of the abandoned kids. All the adults where sent into the past five years ago to create a better future for us. My dirt bike slithered its way through the abandoned taxi cars and other vehicles. I was looking for a place to stay the night because I had nowhere else to go.
I pulled up to a high end apartment, but hurried because it was getting dark. If you stayed out too late you’d be jumped for your supplies, which were surprisingly scarce for the few thousand kids in New York. As soon as I stepped in I noticed three things: a generator was running, lights where on, and there was a boiling pot on the stove. Someone was recently here. Before I had time to turn around and bolt a girl around the age of fifteen burst through the door and pointed a loaded gun at me.
“Drop your bag!” she demanded. I let go of my bag still holding onto my keys. “Put your head on the counter! Hands behind your back!” I laid my head on the counter. Slapping a pair of cuffs on me; “What do you want?” she questioned.
“Well,” I responded, “I need a place to stay the place the night.”
“I guess so… but don’t pull any crap with me.”
There was a sense of awkwardness as we sat down at the table and ate, I started a conversation.
“I was planning on stealing a car and driving to Atlanta”, I said “I have cousins there, I figured it would be best to stay with family you know, for safety.” “What’s your name?”
“Lily Rodriquez” she replied, “What’s yours?”
“Kary Westinghouse” I answered, “So now we know each other.”
“I think we do” she said, “I think we do… ”
I woke up early the next morning but my back ached. I was provided a pillow, sheet, and blanket, but nothing was like my bed at home. I missed the cold in Minnesota and making Snowmen on freezing winter days with my older brother, who was taken because he was 18 and he was not evidently a child any more.
It was blistering cold that morning as I rode through the weeds peeking through the pavement. I was almost to the Volvo (The car I was to take), when a car with loud music pulled up beside me. Before they had time to blink I was gone and down the road. They didn’t follow. As I drove I wondered what would have happened to me, If I hadn’t pulled away. What would become of me? What would they do to me?
I stopped by the house for a final farewell, and to thank Lily for the night.
“Good luck Lily.” I said.
As I started to walk away I heard her say something.
“Kary, can I go with you?” she asked.
“Well” I replied, “I’m sure the 888 miles to Atlanta will be fairly lonely, so yes!
I tried not looking at the mirror as I drove away from my past.
Chapter 2 Coming Soon!
Chapter One
The narrow alleys of the big city where home to piles of debris that were left behind. Tall skyscrapers were reminders of bustling streets and crammed subway cars however; we had nothing to show for it now. I was in what used to be New York City.
I was one of the abandoned kids. All the adults where sent into the past five years ago to create a better future for us. My dirt bike slithered its way through the abandoned taxi cars and other vehicles. I was looking for a place to stay the night because I had nowhere else to go.
I pulled up to a high end apartment, but hurried because it was getting dark. If you stayed out too late you’d be jumped for your supplies, which were surprisingly scarce for the few thousand kids in New York. As soon as I stepped in I noticed three things: a generator was running, lights where on, and there was a boiling pot on the stove. Someone was recently here. Before I had time to turn around and bolt a girl around the age of fifteen burst through the door and pointed a loaded gun at me.
“Drop your bag!” she demanded. I let go of my bag still holding onto my keys. “Put your head on the counter! Hands behind your back!” I laid my head on the counter. Slapping a pair of cuffs on me; “What do you want?” she questioned.
“Well,” I responded, “I need a place to stay the place the night.”
“I guess so… but don’t pull any crap with me.”
There was a sense of awkwardness as we sat down at the table and ate, I started a conversation.
“I was planning on stealing a car and driving to Atlanta”, I said “I have cousins there, I figured it would be best to stay with family you know, for safety.” “What’s your name?”
“Lily Rodriquez” she replied, “What’s yours?”
“Kary Westinghouse” I answered, “So now we know each other.”
“I think we do” she said, “I think we do… ”
I woke up early the next morning but my back ached. I was provided a pillow, sheet, and blanket, but nothing was like my bed at home. I missed the cold in Minnesota and making Snowmen on freezing winter days with my older brother, who was taken because he was 18 and he was not evidently a child any more.
It was blistering cold that morning as I rode through the weeds peeking through the pavement. I was almost to the Volvo (The car I was to take), when a car with loud music pulled up beside me. Before they had time to blink I was gone and down the road. They didn’t follow. As I drove I wondered what would have happened to me, If I hadn’t pulled away. What would become of me? What would they do to me?
I stopped by the house for a final farewell, and to thank Lily for the night.
“Good luck Lily.” I said.
As I started to walk away I heard her say something.
“Kary, can I go with you?” she asked.
“Well” I replied, “I’m sure the 888 miles to Atlanta will be fairly lonely, so yes!
I tried not looking at the mirror as I drove away from my past.
Chapter 2 Coming Soon!