The Music Room

The Begining Of The End

I rewrote it so some of the stuff still applies.
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Taking a lap around the half indoor field after my fourth one on one with the goalie ending in victory. Exhaustion is slowly taking over from the strain of playing soccer for the past three hours straight. Donovan's water bottle lies on the ground a few feet away I grab it and uncaringly take a long drink of the nasty thing called water. Closing the lid as the ball comes hurtling towards me. None other than the original Donovan behind it. Taking up my defensive stance and bracing myself for impact I await his move. He tries to dodge me but I am too quick for him. Using fancy footwork I steal the ball and he runs right past me. I take the ball and pass it up the field to Stefan who in turn dribbles it up and passes it to Arch who takes a shot and scores. Elation pumps through my system along with the adrenaline rush that keeps me going at the moment just as what sounds like fireworks and thunder explodes into the air.
Everyone stops playing. No one moves. Archer, Tyler and I go to investigate the sound. As the only girl in the group I take the lead. The fireworks are too low and too loud to be that far away and unseen from behind the tree line. Donovan takes stance protectively behind me, his hands on my waist and ready to throw me out of the way incase anything happens. Suddenly the low sound of air raid sirens and police lights are seen off in the dark distance. We are all crowded by the back door and unprotected by anyone of higher authority. From on the benches behind us someone's phone starts going off and it's obviously urgent. Sagan walks over to it and he silences it. We all back away from the door and fear and panic are kept at bay by Alex suggesting that we close the doors. Donovan and I jog to close the outside doors and windows. The huge indoor soccer field sure has a lot of doors. When we get back we discover everyone on their phones trying to find out what is going on. In the end it is Tyler who gives us the update.
"The USA has been invaded by Russia and China forces. They say it's not going to end well."
"Does anyone drive?" I ask, thinking of escape or at least a way out.
"I do." Tyler tell us, "but I only have room for five."
"Well we aren't leaving anyone behind" Alex says forcefully, fearing that the teasing that we all fool around with will cause someone to be left alone.
"Of course not. Is there anything else to be known?" I ask them, thinking up a backup plan.
"The IAC has a basement." Donovan says, his blond hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, bright blue eyes shining with slight excitement. The gunfire outside seems to get louder and the lights get closer. "We can hide down there," Donovan continues. The rest of us nod, and we all gather up our stuff. Turning off all the lights on the field I grab my bag and my phone before heading down the stairs and into the darkness below.
"Lexi," Donovan whispers in my ear. "Don't do anything heroic." I smile at his concern but I roll my eyes outwardly.
"Anything else that I shouldn't do?" I ask him sarcastically, knowing that he's only trying to keep me safe. He looks at me and it's the way that every girl wants to be looked at. His expression full to the brim of his gorgeous eyes with laughter, concern and admiration. The mouth may lie but the eyes never do.
"Alright love birds break it up, we have an invasion going on. You can say your goodbyes after we get proper protection." Tyler says, his deep sarcastic voice obviously annoyed yet slightly amused. Donovan looks at me and gently kisses my forehead.
"Be smart Lex" Donavan says his own voice overly serious.
"I'll try" I reply using my own sarcastic response to keep from completely loosing it. The gunfire is still louder than ever and the sirens have only gotten worse. The air raid sirens have long been drilled into our brains and the only thing keeping me sane is to make a joke out of it. Donovan and Tyler head back upstairs to get supplies. I in turn find more light switches and discover that the basement is mostly full of soccer stuff. Surprise surprise.
A soccer net replacement hangs on the wall and some rope is on the staircase railing. Creativity hits me with its influential wave and sends me into an innovative hurricane. I grab the net and the rope, tying one end together and tossing the rope over one of the rafters. Using a secure knot to keep the net up I do the same to the other and find an old blanket from who knows what and throw it over the net. Hammock created. My next move is to create more beds.
By the time the boys get back I have built several hammocks and have cleared most of the dust away. Donovan presses his lips to my forehead tenderly just as the first of the bombs are dropped.