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Who Are You People?
By: Kristen and Mimi
Ahh...another glorious day in school today. I skipped to my bus in a daze. I was oblivious to my surroundings until I plopped down into a seat next to Cheryl, my best friend.
"Giiiirrrl...what's up with you?"
I sighed,"Jeremy talked to me today...I can't wait to tell Mother!"
"You tell your mom ever'thing. Is there anything you don't tell her?" Cheryl rolled her eyes and looked out the window. She snorted. "Oh, and look who's coming this way."
"JEREMY!!!" I clambered on top of Cheryl to open the window. "Jeremy! Jeremy!!" He glanced my way, waved, and darted to his bus.
"OH, he must be late to his bus."
"No, girl, he's runnin' from the likes of you! You've got to calm down. I mean, look at me. I'm a take-it-easy kind of girl. You should be more like me." I regained my bearings.
"You wish!" We both laughed.
But she was right, I did tell my mother everything about my life. She had always listened to me ever since the first time we talked, really talked. I was in the first grade. I used to get bullied. The first thing I did as soon as I got home: Cry. I would cry my heart out, until Mother sneaked into my room on one of those tearful afternoons. She asked me what was wrong, and I poured out everything that had happened within those first two weeks of school. They had been the worst two weeks of my entire school experience. Thank goodness Mother had everything sorted out. She talked to the principal, and before I knew it, Miss Bully was suspended and never returned for fear that she may again be reported. Ever since then, I told her everything that happened to me, be it important or not. I thought the world of my mother. It wouldn't always be that way though...
"Mom, lets go!" I said. Mom was starting to get pretty suspicious. And I know that sounds weird but for instance, I am 16 and I want a drivers licsense so I can drive my new boyfriend Jeremy around. I mean it's nice when he drives me places but.... I'd like to things for him too. Anyways Mom said "' Now, Lizzie you know you can't get a drivers license 'til your sixteen, you only fifteen.'" That one really scared me because I turned sixteen two months ago. When I tryed again she said "' Sorry Lizzie but you need your birth certificate to get a license, yours is somewhere upstairs in all them dusty boxes.'"
Riiiiiinng...Riiiiiiiinng. I pick up the phone hoping it's Daddy, he would tell me osmething different. At least I think...
"Cheryl! Whatsup?, It's 4 o' clock in the morning! Why are you calling so early? You called so early I thought it was my Dad!"
"Lizzie...hhhhhhhhuuuuugggggghhhh!" Cheryl just screamed at 4 in the morning. This is not good.
" Cheryl, what is wrong?!"
"I'm bleeding everwhere, somebody..."
"CHERYL, I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!" Something is really bad. " MOM, DRIVE ME TO CHERYLS...NOW, IT's AN EMERGENCY!"
"Liz."
"Cheryl I'm on my way."
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Why does this have to be happening at the bet time in my life? Why?.... I wish somebody would tell me. By the time me and my Mom got to Cheryls, her parents were long gone. Cheryl was bleeding from the head, and the leg, she said "Lizzie, some maniac gone just jump through our window with a knife!" Thats when she start calling for her Mom and Dad, but they don't answer back.
When the police get to her house with the ambuliance my mom starts to freak out.
"Honey...we need to get out of here NOW."
"Mom my friend is possibly about to die! I am not leaving. If you want to go ahead."
My mom starts to cry and I'll admit I feel guilty. She says we can go to the hospital if we leave now. I only want thirty more minutes. Thats how long it's gonna take the police to get here.The closest police station is 45 minutes away.
When the police get there my Mom drags me into the car. She turns on the radio VERY loud, and hums to it. The music may distract my mouth, but not my mind. My mind wonders away to dreamland. And in dreamland, I wonder, why did Mom freak out when the police came? Nobody else did...
The next day, I went to visit Cheryl at the hospital.
"Hey, girly. How ya doin'?"
"I'm fine." My friend smiled shyly up at me. Her head was bandaged as well as her leg.
"I'm so sorry this had to happen to you..." I glanced at her injuries.
"Yeah...well...these things happen..." She started to close her eyes.
"No, these things don't happen," I whispered as I looked her over once more before taking my leave.
I met Mom in the waiting room.
"How is she?" Mom inquired.
"She's...good, I guess." I stared at the floor.
"C'mon," Mom put her arm around me. "Let's go." She kissed my head.
Mom and I had talked to Cheryl's parents earlier that day over the phone. They both couldn't stand the sight of their daughter in a hospital bed. That's why they were not by Cheryl's side today. However, there was one peculiar thing about that phone call. Both Mom and I had been on the line at the same time. When Cheryl's mother mentioned that my mom and I would have to be questioned by the police for being at the crime scene, Mom hung up the phone quick as lightening. Plus, when Cheryl's mom called back, Mom said they must have been disconnected, and then hung up again. I planned to ask her about that, even though she would be resistent in answering me.
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Tsunami Wipeout
1~Explaining~
“You’ve got to tell her! She has to know, it JUST isn’t right if she doesn’t…”
“Come on Tredway your being ridiculous! Marie doesn’t have to know everything”
“Lola, you have to tell her something.” Tredway said
“Ooook fine. You know for a little brother you sure can be pushy.” I really didn’t want to turn around to face my sister, but---as much as I hated to admit it Tredway was right and I had to tell her. I started to rain and I knew we had to find shelter-quick. Stubbornly I turned around to face the cab. The driver-Ted I think- rolled down the window so we could here each other.
“Miss I gonna need my pay now. I can’ drive withou’ it I’ll get me self fire’.”
“Sorry sir, here’s your money.” I handed him an old, wet, and crinkled 20 dollar bill. He stared up at me.
“I ain’t needin’ this here much miss, you only owe me 16 dollars.”
“I know keep it.” I glared at the driver daring him to refuse. He didn’t.
“Okay-Dokey, but don’t forget the little rat,” He nodded to towards the back seat “I ain’t need another one, I already have five ter’ look after.”
I turned around to look at Tredway “Go and sit under that big oak!” I roared through the rain.
“Kay!”
I opened up the back door and pulled Marie out of the cab. I took a quick glance at her. You see, us Dinjer kids all have the same features. All of us have black hair and brown skin. Our parents were Native American and met on the reserve, where they were forced to live. We all have black eyes too, and we have tall bodies with thick muscles. Some people call us redwood trees. I never understood that when I was young but I do now. We’re thick and tall and powerful. Just like the redwoods. I used to think it was an insult. But now I’m proud to be redwood. Anyways, Marie is the only one who has a different feature, her hair is red. Like fire in front of the moon, it’s bright. She dresses in pink because she is still happy. When you’re a young Dinjer you can’t even see the negative. But Tredway and I dress in Brown, Red, Black, and Green. No happy colors just the dark ones. Marie has matching
pink pajamas, slippers, and a teddy bear. She always has her left thumb in her mouth and holds her bear in her right hand. Always her left thumb, never her right, always her right hand never her left.
I was getting soaked so I ran over to the tree. The taxi cab left in a swirl of rain and drenched Marie. She started to wail. Oh, come on, not again! “Come on Marie, get under the tree. It’s dry under here!” She slowly shuffled forward. I sat down at the trunk and waited for her. I looked over at Tredway who was fast asleep wrapped up in his blanket. Finally I heard Maries slosh of her feet right next to me. Looking up I noticed she was shivering. I pulled my backpack off my shoulders and set it down. I unzipped it and pulled out a thick pink blanket. Marie yanked the blanket out of my hands and wrapped it around herself, then she sank to the ground.
“What’s wrong Marie?”
“Wola, I awl wet.” She sniffled
“I know, you should have been faster to get under the tree.”
She looked really confused. Then a look of wonder crossed her face. “Heeyyy, why is Twedway awwwl asweep?”
“Because he’s tired, he and I are really tired. We got to sleep soon.”
Her lips popped and formed a tiny O. “But I no tiwed Wola, I just fine.”
“Listen I need to tell you something Marie. This is important, understand?” I was going to tell her the thing I dreaded would happen since I was five. I was going to tell her the truth. She looked up and nodded. “Marie, Mom and Dad never cared for us. They always looked for an excuse to leave us. I thought it would happen when I screamed at a fish. But it didn’t, last week I went to a friend’s house for a party. Mom and Dad found out and…Marie THEY ABANDONED US!” I was shaking and crying really hard. I hated my parents since, well forever. “Sure they loved us the first five minutes when we weren’t ‘annoying,’” I quoted sourly, “ But that’s IT. They had zero love for us. But Marie, Tredway and I love you. We all love each other.”
One look at Marie’s face and you could tell she was going to cry. “I wove you Wola, verwy verwy much.”
“Me too.”
And at that I stood up and sat on my side of the trunk. I looked up into the deep green branches and saw only beauty. And what little light crept through was from the full moon and the stars that can only be seen in the deepest part of the country. Where only one or two homes dwell. I opened my pack again and pulled out my blanket. The one of blood red color. This
blanket was my home, and as I draped it over my shoulders, I not only felt warmth-but anger. And the anger kept me awake. But soon not even the powerful feeling could keep me conscious. I still didn’t feel it as I drifted to sleep. But I heard the voices, the voices that made me mad. “We don’t want you…need you…love you…” The voices of my parents. The ones I hated for my making my life hard. The dream continued “Why would we…your just a stupid child…your life is meaningless…same as your brother and sister…” Their words cut into my chest like newly sharpened knives. They leave new scratches in my heart that weren’t there before. They hate me. The last thing I here before my dream goes blank-“Worthless are children…Die in their sleep…better for us…go down to the deep” My mind recognizes the words as a poem. And then I realize the voices of the dark are at it again. Bad Luck. And for the rest of the night that is all I hear. Just the words of a true nightmare, that is all.
Worthless are children
Die in there sleep
Better for us
Go down to the deep
Worthless are Children
Die in there sleep
Better for us
Go down to the deep
Just a dark evil poem. Only something that can be conjured up something truly horrible. And in the old legends it’s just the start of something bad to come. Disasters will be happening for years, but somehow only affecting my family. But I know-somehow in my subconscious form-that I WILL keep Marie and Tredway safe, I WILL keep them alive. Even if I have to die. Just because my parents were no good, doesn’t mean I am. And it goes again.
Worthless are children
Die in there sleep
Better for us
Go down to the deep
“Make it stop!!” I yell in my sleep.
The curse has only started……
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