Recovery

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Date: June 23, 2067

Time: 8:32 pm

Subject: Recovery

----Ezekial----

I sat on the queen sized bed in the small bedroom of this apartment. Well small for me. When I lived with my parents I had the whole upstairs as my room… I stopped myself from reliving the memories and made my way to the living room/kitchen/open floor space. We bought a microwave earlier today so we could make ramen noodles instead of wasting all our money on Black Market food. It was freaking expensive! It was like ten bucks for a freaking taco! I don’t even know how they got the meat. It was probably aged freezer meat.

Griffinstill seemed pretty out of it today. I was beginning to doubt this was about Elijah now. If it was about a girl it would be over in a night. Maybe he was missing his parents, or maybe he thought girls weren’t interested in him anymore. He really hadn’t gotten a chick in like forever. Elijah he flirts with, but that’s about it. I took him out the other day to check out woman and after the movie he just wanted to go home. I had given him the key and then prowled around the town. There were a few cute women. I talked to a blonde girl probably a year older than me by the thrift shop around four and we decided to hang out tomorrow night at some rave that was happening over at the rich resident’s houses. Seemed fun and maybe I’d get together with her after a few more nights. I had a feeling though that she wouldn’t hang out with me and she’d talk to me, introduce me to her friends, and then ignore me all night for her friends. Girls were weird like that. They talk about hanging out, and then you finally hangout and they bring their friends and pretty much ignore you. That has happened on numerous occasions with me. Especially when I took Rebecca Lamb to the middle school dance and she left to hang out withGriffin’s dates. Yes that was plural. He took Febe, Patricia, and Kylie. He said as his excuse Febe and Kylie were just great friends, and Patricia was his actual date. I found that hard to believe. He was single and going to a dance. Why wouldGriffinonly bring on woman? He wasGriffin. I let out an un-amused grunt at that thought as I pulled my shrimp ramen out of the microwave.

I hummed a song from an action movie I had heard before and then next thing I knew I was belting it out in the apartment. “You have quite a voice.” A feminine voice echoed behind me. I turned around quickly with my speedy ability holding my bowl of shrimp ramen firm in my hand without spilling a drop. I had left the out looking window towards the street open. Across the then almost ally like street was another apartment building and a window like this one open wide with a thin pale girl in the window. She had long very thick wavy brown hair and I think her eyes were green from what I could make out through the night sky lights. Since we were underground; at night they turned off all the lights except for tiny star like lights that let off a reflective light similar to how the stars and moon did. They had a large moon light as well that looked very similar to the moon and even changed phases like it should accordingly. I sat down my ramen on the floor and walked over to the window.

“Hey there.” I greeted her awkwardly half debating on closing the window.

“Here, take this.” She told me calmly as she formed a light blue orb in her hand and tossed it over to me. I caught it and it was cold and static like in my hands. Sort of like when you touch those balls with the electric lines inside and they point to where you’re fingers at and it feels all weird. I looked at her confusedly unknowing of what this was. She pointed to her ear and I slowly raised it to my ear. I heard me singing through it. “Not bad, not bad at all.” I heard her say, but when I turned around her window was closed and so was her shade.

“Damn it.” I cursed quietly. I had to get to know her. She seemed awesome. I ran intoGriffin’s room and he didn’t even look up from his Xbox at me. “Griffin!” I shouted as I plopped on his bed.

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