Lucas and i sat in relative silence the whole way there, he tried to strike up a conversation about something that wouldn't remind me of the school or my parents, i can tell, i have mind reading. it was no use.
we landed and we imediatly stopped for a bite. we were lost, lucas always said that he knew how to read maps!
"i thought you knew how to read maps!"
"no i sad that i could figure it out! if i knew where north was then this would be easier!" he cried, he was being shrill, and in a neighborhood like this: thats not cool.
"shut up will ya!?" yelled a disgruntled man from across the street, 'rotten kids' he thought.
"okay so thats west down there" he pointed
"what you pointin' at?!" exclaimed a man behind us
"nothing!" i said bitterly, i tried not to look at him, he sounded angry.
"you were not!" he grabbed out a gun and pointed it at us, i tried to command him but his mind was all cloudy from drugs and alcohol, in the end it was Lucas who disintegrated him.
people started to notice that, we ran as people yelled after us and shots were fired but Lucas had learned a few tricks, he created a barrier that destroyed anything that came near it.
we made it to a main road and we caught up with some hippy albino's on their way to NY, well they weren't at first but now they are.
"why are you guys going to new York?" asked the one that was listening to his IPod VERY loudly, i'm pretty sure that it was The Beatles.
"we plan on going there to start a brand new life" i said loudly so he could hear me
"psychadelicikal!" cried Roxanne, she was driving and made up a lot of words
"yeah, we want the whole shebang! new life, new names, forgetting everything from our pasts!" i said excitedly, i was excited, i'm still sad but happy about the journey, it seems that i'll always be sad but happy ness can seep in, so i'm.... grey.
"hey guys have you seen those conspiracy theories about Vince Lombardi?" asked Jack, he was in the back with us, i tensed and felt happy ness drift away.
"hell yeah! whoever blew that up is a psycho! but OMG, a psychedelic psycho! finally someone is making the grand statement! schools don't get destroyed and they don't crumble because of society, they crumble because they ARE society! groovy!" yelled Roxanne, they all nodded in a agreement and i felt better, maybe they were better off dead, they made a final statement.
you gotta spend money to make money, kill 500 and save 1000, and so many more quotes like that make sense to me now!
i know that it's not our abilities that make us who we are, but our choices, but this time they're intertwined, if i hadn't found my power than i would be dead right? i should make more of these choices, not killing schools but... making a difference, the world could be united by grief, and then they're just united. look at Romeo and Juliet! they're deaths called a truce between their warring families, its as true now as it was 400 years ago!
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