He walks out of his room, with me following behind. Fern's room turned out to be the one of the right. He knocked, but didn't wait for an answer to open it and walk in.
Her room was a lot different than I imagined.
Her bedspread was a mint green with a white design. Fern's closet was open revealing more sneakers, a ton of jeans, and multicolored t-shirts. Fern was sitting cross-legged the wood floor looking through photo albums.
The pictures were of cities and buildings that had been completely demolished.
"What is that of?" I ask.
She looks up and at me. Her green-brown eyes were about to overflow with tears.
"Cities after the wars," she said.
I never had seen pictures of the war. I ask, "Who fought against us?" The second I looked into her eyes for the answer, she looked away.
I turn to Clay, "Who fought against who? You have to answer me. No one ever told me." My voice rose as I spoke. Why won't they answer me?
Clay opened his mouth to speak, but Ferny spoke for him. "It was a civil war. But not like the one that happened hundreds of years ago. This is the one that happened 50 years ago. The one that caused all of this destruction. It was between the West and East sides of America. But now this land isn't even a country because of it."
I quickly did the math. Then say, "The war happened in year 1594?"
"What? No. Oh gosh! I forgot the town's 'year' is different from the real year!" Fern said, "They lied, but it was only because it was what they knew. The year right now is really 2165."
"No, it's 1644. They wouldn't have lied to me," I say.
"They only told you what they thought was true, so technically they did not lie," Fern said fixing her word choice.
"Why did they have the war?" I ask. I was mad in one way, but interested in another.
Clay says, "No one truly knows the reason. Sorry." My face dropped when he said his first sentence.
"So if y'all wanna go walk around to exercise that foot of yours, be my guest," Fern says. There was this look in her eyes. I knew what it was: the desire for information. She was trying to figure out what started the war, and I'm pretty sure Fern thinks she's on the right track.
"Well okay then. You ready to get a tour of the camp?" Clay asks me.
"Sure. Lead the way," I say in reply.
We headed for the "grand tour" as Clay called it.
YOU ARE READING
What's Out There?
Teen FictionSara lived in a small village with her family. But for them the village was their world, of course Sara knew that there is something that no one is telling her. There was something out there, that no one ever talked about. The Woods.
