Song: Drops of Jupiter- Train
Lol this has nothing to do with the song, I just took the title and used it as s topic.
Mo said we’d be able to make it through this. We’d made it through it all. Grandpa said that all the bad things were a sign that man wasn’t meant to be on this earth anymore. Dad said that he was just saying that because he was an old grumpy man that was about to die anyway. We all laughed, but not because it was funny, because when the word dead crossed his lips, we all broke down a little bit on the inside. Cha-cha, the cat hissed when Diva, our golden lab strutted into the room, and put his head on Jamie’s lap.
No one said a word, as the fuzz on the radio cleared, and they began to play the national anthem. It was a song I hadn’t heard since grade school. Grandma started crying and said that on earth they used to make her sing it every morning in her class room. She mumbled something about how kids these days had no sense of nationalism.
Grandpa snorted, and raised an eyebrow, and asked why we would have national pride when we were constantly threatened by the environment on this planet, and that the only reason they sang it on earth was because America was a good place to live then. He turned to me and asked me how I would have felt if I was able to do as I pleased, when I wanted.
I didn’t answer. I kept my ear tuned in on the radio as the announcer came back on and my family cried, and fought.
Jett Anchorman was his name. His voice was something else, and even in times like these his voice never failed to soothe me into a stare of relaxation. When he was on the T.V set, I couldn’t keep my eyes off, even though I knew he was much too old. He was one of the more attractive ones of this planet. Of course we were all attractive. It was in our genes.
They wouldn’t have saved the ugly ones. The ones who couldn’t pay to get here, no they saved the people would have children beneficial to the society here on Mars. Two generations later, they didn’t need but a few of us to erect buildings and to work. These days there was a school for us, and hospital, and work.
“And what you hear now, those are nothing but droplets, and I’ve been advised that no one leave our house, and those noises on your windows, those are drops of Jupiter. But we have to be strong and we will survive, no matter how hard this hits us, Jupiter is not crashing into us. Remember that,” Jett said, and that was the last thing I heard before the defining explosion happened.
