Loss of History

The Begining

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not utter words, but to live by them."
-John F. Kennedy

The world was in destruction but it was a puzzle how the world became like this. War was in every state, in every providence, and every country. It was as if people had forgotten how to be a country together. In the state of Massachusetts a suburb of broken, and falling building, sat there, waiting to prosper. The Emperor of New America and his counsel men had the laws set. There were two sections of people. The Skys and the Dirts. The Dirts lived in the old, broken, falling apart buildings that was left here by people from before us. The Skys had built streets and houses above the Dirts. It was always dark where the Dirts were; only a small bit of the Dirts actually got to see the sun or feel rain. Thankfully Massachusetts was like that. There were only two ways to get to the Skys, in a flying car or by the elevator that was in the capitol.
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I woke up in my warm cozy bed. Something felt wrong. I turned my head to face the horror of my alarm clock. The digital clock blinked twelve o'clock. The power must have shut off on us again. I hurried to get dressed for my school. I had to wear a uniform. Once I grabbed my bag I was out the door with my hair in my hands. I walked very fast putting my hair in a ponytail. I couldn't believe I was late for school again. I began to run through the crowd in order to get to get to school. I passed my parents restaurant. Usually I would grab a bite but I knew it was to late for that. I kept running. The morning was gray and empty. The Skys were busy already and the Dirt vendors were already at work. I didn't have time to stop and look around.
I had finally gotten to my school. It was a large boring school. As went up the stairs to get to the doors I shook. I opened the heavy wooden door that was molting. I rushed quickly and quietly. I paused before I opened the door to my English class. when I did I felt the heat from the teacher and the students.
"Katya," Mr. Graves spoke. I knew I was in trouble. "It's nice of you to join us."
"Sorry sir," I apologized. I stood there waiting to be told to sit. I could feel my friend, Baylie, eyes staring at me. I kept staring at the wall behind my teacher.
"We are waiting for the projector to work so you may take your seat," he spoke. I obeyed and sat down in the seat next to Baylie. She was tall with brown and blonde hair. It was perfectly straight unlike mine. She had brown eyes and wore the same uniform. She just stared at me like always and she was about to say something like she always felt needed to.
"Where have you been," she asked like my mother or father would ask.
"The power went out at my house again and my alarm shut off with it," I told her.
"Excuses. Doesn't your mom wake you up?"
"No because she's at the restaurant preparing for the day the same with my dad."
"So how did they get up and you didn't?"
"Because their alarm clock are battery powered," I was getting irritated by her asking me all the questions.
"Well, while you were sleeping I was stuck with mr-know-it-all." This was a student we were friends with but he is the biggest nerd in all the school.
"Your welcome," I spoke with a smile. Mr. Graves finally stood up and the look on his face meant that we had work.
"Class I can not get this projector to work. For now, as a grade, I would like a paper of your thought on this country. You are all juniors and you have one more year to figure out what you want to do with your life. This assignment is due next class period," he spoke. Almost all of the students groaned at the thought. I began to think of what I would do. Something was missing though. I tried to think of how this country started. What was the emperor going off of. What were his rules? I felt like something was missing. I was going to find the truth about how our Emperor did things and how laws were made. I also wondered why we were New America not just America. I began to frantically right all my questions down so I could look them up. One of the goody two shoes girls raised her hand.
"Yes Charlotte," the teacher asked.
"What kind of form of writing do you want this to be done in," she asked in her high pitched annoying voice.
"Do it however. This is not a strict essay. I just want your opinion on things. It does have to be school appropriate." Mr. Graves sat back down. I noticed I used a notebook and pen while everyone used a laptop or tablet. I began to write what I thought. By the end of class I had at least two pages down on what I thought of this world. My head filled with thoughts. It sort of hurt my head. The bell chimed and all my peers stood and left. I began to get up.
"See you later," Baylie spoke.
"Alright. You coming to the restaurant later?"
"Maybe," Baylie shrugged. Bake then left me to put my stuff away. I grabbed my stuff and walked out the classroom. The hall was filled with students. I kept my head down trying to avoid anyone. I then felt my body jerk to the left. All my stuff fell out of my bag and onto the floor. I cursed to myself.
"I'm so sorry," a young man voice spoke. I looked up from grabbing my stuff and saw a handsome fellow i front of me. He had brown hair and looked like an athlete. His dark brown eyes were something that I could get lost in. He had bent down to help me pick up my stuff. As I gathered my stuff I noticed he was reading my assignment for my English class. He was very glued to what I had written. I stood and he followed my lead.
"You write really good," he spoke.
"Thank you," I smiled and felt my face get hot. "I should've been looking my way."
"It's all good. I'd rather run into you than someone else," he smiled. "Oh the name is Daniel."
"Katya," I spoke as he handed me my papers back. I noticed one of the preppy girls started at us. I have already called enough attention to myself.
"Thank you. I should probably get going," I spoke.
"It was nice meet you Katya. I hope we see each other again. Be careful."
"Sure," I questioned. I then left him in the middle of the hall. Daniel had left an impression. He seemed like a sweet guy. Through out the day I thought about him. He seemed very mysterious. Math was easy. I have always great at math. After the bell rang I left the building to go to work at my families restaurant. I flowed through the crowd as I walked. The street lights were on and dim. I passed some fallen bricks and chunks of rock all over the sidewalks. The street had chunks missing. Paint on the buildings were pealing off. This was a broken town. I had lived here all my life. The only way I was going to go to the Skys was if I was a business owner. Mom and dad have been up there to try and get their business going. I arrived to the restaurant. I walked in through the back and set my stuff down. Once I got on my work clothes I went into the kitchen. My father, the main chef, was yelling at the other cooks about something. I waited a couple minutes before I said hello. He was done yelling thankfully.
"Hey Katya," he smiled.
"Hey dad," I yelled back. I put on my apron as I was walking into the dining area. Mom was waiting some tables. I marked my tables on the sheet that was on the counter. I walked to my first table which was a young couple.
"Hi my name is Kat, I'll be your server for now. Would I like interest you on some of our special wine," I spoke the rehearsed lines. Kat was short just so people could say it without getting tongue tied.
"No thanks," the young man spoke for both of them.
"Can I start you off with drinks? We have tea lemonade coke products," I told.
"I'd like water," the young lady spoke.
"And I'll take a coke with lemon." I wrote down their order and bowed my head. It was a simple order.
"I will be right back with those." I turned around and went behind the counter to get the drinks. I had them in hand when I looked up from what I was doing. The guy that ran into me, Daniel, was standing in the entrance of the restaurant. By shock I had dropped both drinks. I cursed under my breath and began to clean it up. Once I was done i refilled the cups and took them to the table. My mom was talking to Daniel. I noticed he was wearing one of our work shirts. A new recruit for the restaurant. Mom was probably getting too busy to work on tables.
"May I get your order," I asked trying to ignore the fact that Daniel was here.
"Yes I'd like some chicken Alfredo," the young lady spoke. The young man took his time as I wrote down her order.
"I would like the creamy pasta with bacon with extra bacon."
"Sir there is a .99 cent fee with extra bacon. Do you still want the extra bacon?" I always had to warn people so they wouldn't get mad when they see their bill. the man smiled.
"Thank you but I would still like the extra bacon."
"Alrighty, your food should be be ready in ten fifteen minutes," I spoke.
"Thank you," they both spoke as I took their menus. I walked over to the window and put it on the hook for my dad to see. I rang the bell to let him know he had an order. Since the place was pretty empty I waited for a bit behind the counter. Mom and Daniel walked towards me.
"Daniel this is my daughter, Katya," my mom introduced. Daniel smiled and held out his hand like we have never met.
"The writer, right," he asked. I nodded. I took his hand and shook it. His hands were soft and warm. My stomach clenched up out of nervousness.
"Daniel here will be helping you wait the tables," she softly spoke. She then went into the kitchen leaving us alone.
"Do you know how to wait tables," I asked.
"Yes, I do. I'll get half and you get half," he spoke. I nodded in agreement. I wrote that down on the sheet. After about ten minutes a lot of people began to come in. They were from businesses, people who had just gotten off of work, or people who were just out just because. I have never really been to another restaurant just to eat. With the next couple hours Daniel and I worked together perfectly waiting tables. It was now eight o'clock and almost everyone had left except an old man reading a newspaper and drinking paper. He always did this every night. He was our main customer so we made a deal to where he got free coffee but he'd pay for food. It kept him here. Daniel was sitting on one of the stools behind the counter. He seemed to be watching someone, me. I walked over to the counter and sat on the other stool.
"It is funny running into you again," I spoke.
"Did you not hear me the first time? I'd rather run into you than anyone else," he spoke. It was really sweet that he had the courage to be that cheesy in front of a girl. I felt my face get hot.
"So what's the sudden interest in history," Daniel asked. He used a word that I have never heard before.
"History," I asked. It was a word that was so foreign. Daniel probably knew that it was foreign to me.
"What you're writing in your paper is describing the word history. Except this country's history. It use to be a place not ruled by an emperor but by governed by three branches. Instead of New America the country was called the United States of America. My great grand father told me stories about how it use to be. People were able to speak what they wanted. The emperor wouldn't have any power. We were guaranteed the right to have guns in our homes. Right to a trial and an attorney. But now we have this separation rich and the poor," Daniel spoke like he knew what he was talking about. I wondered if this even true.
"You sound like you know what your talking about," I smiled. i wasn't really sure if I should believe him or not. He sounded crazy.
"That's because I do know what I'm talking about. Do you know how New America started?"
"No," I spoke. I tried to think.
"They don't teach it in schools because they would have to tell all about the United States." I figured there was a reason for him telling me this.
"Why are you telling me this," I asked. He smiled as if I had already figured out his secret.
"You're smarter than they say," he smiled. "I'm telling you this because your essay is exactly what will get you in trouble. The US was destroyed or so we think but with some help we can restart The United States."
"How will this get me in trouble?"
"People in high power don't want other people to know about the real America. If you go on writing your essay and presenting it, there may be some sacrifices," Daniel warned. He was very serious about this and I wanted to know more. For some reason this all seemed very interesting. Daniel looked down at the counter and smiled.
"Well there has to be some answers," I decided to say. I was hungry for more information about this United States. Why would anyone destroy it? What was the reason?
"There are lost answers," Daniel spoke.
"Well where are they?"
"There is reason why I said they are lost. No one can find them."
"Well let's find them," I spoke. Daniel looked at me like I was crazy. I probably was at this point.
"You don't even know the first thing about the history," Daniel protested.
"Well, teach me then." Just then four military men walked in. They seemed young and strong. They had very stern faces. they sat down at one of the booths.
"I've got this one," I spoke going to the table. Daniel sort of moved on protest.
"Hi, my name is Kat. Can I interest you guys in a drink." One of them was staring at me creepy. I ignored his stares and just kept up my work. The four men ordered four coffees and some salads. i took their order to my dad. Daniel looked at me then shook his head like he was doing something wrong. Was he not suppose to be here? I wondered why he would have shook his head. I got the coffee and gave it to the army men.
"Kat, can I ask you something," the guy at the end asked.
"You already have," I smiled. He was tall and had black hair.
"What would it take if for me to take you out?"
"Sir, thank you. I'm flattered but I don't go out."
"Dang, you missed your chance with this." I then had the impression that he had some alcohol.
"Well that's okay," I spoke. I then left them alone with their coffee. Daniel looked really tired.
"You should go home. I got this," I spoke.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," i waved. This was normal. My mother just then walked out.
"Katya, you good," she asked. I nodded my head. She then looked at Daniel. "How's Daniel? is he a good waiter," she asked with a smile.
"Oh, he's great. I say we can keep him," I smiled.
"Well that's good. Tomorrow is our biggest night so I want you two to be refreshed. Go home," she ordered.
"Yes mom," i spoke. She then turned on her heals and went into the kitchen.
"I can walk you home," Daniel offered.
"I can go by myself Daniel. I know how to take care of myself," I smiled.
"I can tell but it would be nice to walk with someone for once."
"Which way is home for you," I asked.
"It's that way," He pointed the way I come from. I sighed.
"Well it looks like we are heading the same way," I smiled. I went into the kitchen changed into some jeans and a tank-top. I came back out and Daniel was waiting for me.
"Shall we," he asked.
"We shall." We began to walk out the door. It was dark and cool out side. The street lamps were dim but on. We walked a way without saying a word. For some reason I felt like I was being watched by someone other than Daniel.
"You alright," He asked.
"I'm good. I think." We kept walking in silence. In the next two seconds I felt something drip on me. I looked up the sky and saw rain beginning to come down. I cursed under my breathe. My hair was about to curl like crazy. I had curly gypsy hair but I had always straightened it. When it got wet it would curl. I put my hair in a bun so it wouldn't get so bad. I had strands though that fell out. It would look normal if my hair was up and it curled. My bag was waterproof too.
"It seems its going to rain," Daniel stated.
"Really," i asked. When I said that it began to pour down rain. I cursed again. Daniel and I picked up the pace to where we were running. Daniel and I raced to my house or apartment. We were a couple stairs away from it. Once we got to it i ran up the stairs. Daniel followed. I unlocked the door and stepped in side. I was soaking wet as so Daniel.
"You can stay till it lift a bit," I offered.
"Thanks but I really should be leaving."
"Alright, thats cool. Just be careful," I spoke.
"I will but you should as well."
"I'll try. I'll see you tomorrow then." he headed to the door. His hand was on the handle of the door.
"Katya, are you sure you're up for the history of the United States?"