Let’s Begin:
“Attention all citizens of Tarnair this is a broadcasting system meant especially for you. Your state is at a very high risk of obtaining H53Fg, the hazardous virus.In order to prevent outbreak, the city of Tarnair will be evacuated. Evacuation will take place at 12:00 noon tomorrow. Adults will be safely moved to a military camp. Children will be moved to a very safe boarding school that will prevent any outbreak of the sickness. This has been a broadcasting system meant especially for Tarnair.” Said a very obnoxious voice on the not-so obnoxious TV, which very obnoxiously interrupted Adventure Time with Finn and Jake.
I remember the utter shock I felt when I heard that. What else is there to feel when everyone you love is either going to a "sickness camp" with you, or probably never seeing you again? So, being the teenager I was, I did the first thing I could. I called my mom.
"Mom? Mom! Did you hear the broadcasting thingy?!?!?!" I shouted into my black iPhone.
"Of course Darling. "
"You know we're being evacuated tomorrow, right?"
"Don't worry, as soon as this sickness is all gone we will see eachother again. It will be alright. Don't be frightened." she said in her motherly voice. It seemed that she was not even worried. But then again, at that point, I was trying to play it cool.
"Ummm... okay. I-I-I guess I'll start packing. Bye Mom" I said as I pressed the big red button displayed on the middle of my phone screen.
This type of stuff isn't supposed to happen. That's movie stuff, not something that happens in my big friendly city. I was shocked. And scared. I just walked into my room without turning of the cartoon and began to pack.
First my phone, then my clothes and laptop. And of course my stuffed bear, Ginger. I tried to bring my whole room with me. Well, at least in a way.
I paced back and forth waiting for nighfall. Then I paced all morning.
I thought about my school. I thought about my crush. Will I ever see him again?
I paced as my mom packed her bags. I paced as my dad packed his. I was freaking out.
“Sweety, come have some lunch. You didn’t even eat breakfast, and I don’t want you to go hungry, although I’m sure that a little going hungry would do you some good” my mother said as she held up a plate with what looked to be a sandwich and salad.
God. It was those things she did that annoyed the hell out of me. She never bought junk-food, and she never ever let me have soda. And the worst part? She always said things like, “Sweety, I don’t understand how you can eat so much, and still complain about your weight,” or even worse, “You are such a pretty girl, if only you would go outside and do things more often.”
It’s those little passive-aggressive remarks that always got to me.
But being the good daughter I was, I took the plate and ate it, and then put it in the sink.
I checked the time “11:48”
Finally, it was time to go.
The Walk:
At around 11:45, a bus drove into our block to pick up everyone living on Fhiland street.
I thought to myself, "I guess this is it. Goodbye home."
The whole block slowly walked onto the bus. There were anxious faces, and scared ones. I saw children laughing and crying. I saw many stuffed animals held to chests and couples holding hands. If I could describe the whole mood of the bus in a color, I'd say it was
