My mother thought I was dead.
For that matter, my brothers did to. Their government-granted names- Tony, Jack, Joe, were only known to me because I had gone through their mail. It had been a nationwide warning,"SAVED YET AGAIN! GOVERNMENT SCIENTISTS FIND CURE TO POLIO!" The letter itself had had all three of their names, and had President Cartier's name at the bottom: you know the type, a stamped signature offering authority. We were family 41B in building 316 in section 4,167. We lived in what used to be known as Michigan. But I'm getting off track.
Xav keeps on tapping his foot against the sidewalk. He's propped up on the white wall, irritation overriding his features. It's clear he wants to say something.
"Are you just going to stare at the house?" Xav asked.
"It's not just 'the house', it's my old home." I scolded. I'm starting to get sick of him asking. He got to grow up a normal childhood.
"We stay here longer, we're going to get caught." Xav spat, his eyebrow raising.
"And you won't be the one put to death. They should be home any second now." Any longer, and I would watch them safely walk into their house.
"Hurry up Alley. I feel naked- and not in the fun way." I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.
"Fine. We can go." I shifted my weight to the left, and unsteadily rose. Xav suddenly slammed me into the wall, and I winced. God, this wall was rock hard. Possibly because it was made out of rock.
I knew to keep quiet- it's obvious that something was up. He slowly removed his arm, and I followed his eyes.
He was looking at a mom and three boys walk into their house.
"They're okay. Let's go."
