survivor
November 30th, 2012, 08:20 PM
]Introduction
< Clayton >
I remember that day like it was yesterday: I knew it would be a special day, but not like that. I had lived in the Violet neighborhood, closest to the outskirts of town besides the Black neighborhood. She, Rena, lived in Skyfall, the lightest of the blue neighborhoods. The fact that a Skyfall girl was dating a Violet guy was almost unheard of, but how we met was, to most, unimaginable.
Both of us had been friends with a boy from the Oranz neighborhood, the darkest of the Orange neighborhoods and the highest caste. Neither of us should have even been talking to him (especially me), let alone letting him hook us up.
That memorable day, people scoffed at us as we walked past the brilliant yellow shops downtown. To them it was wrong, but to us it was just a color. It was Rena’s fifteenth birthday, and although they weren’t supposed to be celebrated, I was taking her out.
We sat down at a small restaurant of her status and I ordered us her favorite meal: potatoes and shrimp with a glass of tea. However, we never got the chance to eat. As soon as the food was at our table an alarm sounded out through the town; a symbol for us all to go home and lock up even in the daylight.
We split up and ran, like the rest of the town, towards our homes. When I arrived home my family was waiting for me and I promptly locked the door as I entered. The news was on the Television and what I saw stunned me; bodies, shedding blood from every whole in their body were being piled around the only blank white building in town, City Hall. The Square around City hall was covered in blood showing easily on its blank white surface. People, dead and dripping blood were being dragged into heaps by people in hazmat suits. In the edge of the screen one girl was still alive, struggling against the men dragging her towards City Hall. Her features were distorted from the blood pouring from her eyes and nose, but she looked too familiar.
Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hit me: The girl on the screen was Rena. I fell to the floor crying; she was alive yet they were piling her with the dead. However, when I looked back she had gone still and I couldn’t hold back my emotions. I am not proud of how I wrecked my house, but it was too much.
Rena’s death and my outburst were the beginning of a new life for me.
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< Clayton >
I remember that day like it was yesterday: I knew it would be a special day, but not like that. I had lived in the Violet neighborhood, closest to the outskirts of town besides the Black neighborhood. She, Rena, lived in Skyfall, the lightest of the blue neighborhoods. The fact that a Skyfall girl was dating a Violet guy was almost unheard of, but how we met was, to most, unimaginable.
Both of us had been friends with a boy from the Oranz neighborhood, the darkest of the Orange neighborhoods and the highest caste. Neither of us should have even been talking to him (especially me), let alone letting him hook us up.
That memorable day, people scoffed at us as we walked past the brilliant yellow shops downtown. To them it was wrong, but to us it was just a color. It was Rena’s fifteenth birthday, and although they weren’t supposed to be celebrated, I was taking her out.
We sat down at a small restaurant of her status and I ordered us her favorite meal: potatoes and shrimp with a glass of tea. However, we never got the chance to eat. As soon as the food was at our table an alarm sounded out through the town; a symbol for us all to go home and lock up even in the daylight.
We split up and ran, like the rest of the town, towards our homes. When I arrived home my family was waiting for me and I promptly locked the door as I entered. The news was on the Television and what I saw stunned me; bodies, shedding blood from every whole in their body were being piled around the only blank white building in town, City Hall. The Square around City hall was covered in blood showing easily on its blank white surface. People, dead and dripping blood were being dragged into heaps by people in hazmat suits. In the edge of the screen one girl was still alive, struggling against the men dragging her towards City Hall. Her features were distorted from the blood pouring from her eyes and nose, but she looked too familiar.
Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hit me: The girl on the screen was Rena. I fell to the floor crying; she was alive yet they were piling her with the dead. However, when I looked back she had gone still and I couldn’t hold back my emotions. I am not proud of how I wrecked my house, but it was too much.
Rena’s death and my outburst were the beginning of a new life for me.
Tell me what you think