It wasn't suppossed to be like this.
Ash wasn't supposed to rain down like snow and cities weren't supposed to be piles of rubble.
But it is and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
To stop them.
30 years ago a war broke out between the goverme...
It was after dinner they came. We were eating in Jordan's kichen, and I was reviewing all the differnt types of silverware. I picked up something that looked like a pitchfork.
"Umm mini pitchfork?" I say. Jordan starts cracking up, and I look at him confussed.
"No it's a fork." He says still laughing at me.
"Well that's a stupid name." I say throwing down the mini pitchfork or whatever it was. Next I pick up something close to home. The knife.
"Huh wonder what this is." I say dropping the stupid thing. I had started with a butter knife and slowly progressed to a steak knife. Jordan somewhat trusted me with them. I picked up the little round thing.
"Spatula?"
"Spoon." He says correcting me.
"That was my next guess." I say shrugging it off. Over the last couple of months, Jordan was doing his best to teach me things. There was a small high school that most of the kids attended, but I didn't want to go there. Just the idea of blending in with other kids didn't suit me. So far I knew what the average first grader knew. I was reading books and writting small sentances. Today for english Jordan was teaching me to write my name. It was pretty sad. I mean I knew how to say it, but I was never taught how to spell it. Jordan grabs a piece of paper and a pencil, and puts them in front of me.
K-E-I-R-A he spells onto the paper. My work looked nothing like his. The K and the E were backwards, the R was upside down and the A, well I don't think you could call it an A. At least I got the I or the L right.
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"We're getting there." He says nodding at my work.
"Yeah maybe by next year." I say annoyed and frustrated. English was not my best subject. I thought the only thing that counted as English was acually being able too speak the language. I didn't know you had this stupid thing called grammer. There were so many rules, capitulation, punctuation, spelling. I couldn't even right one word without getting a no from Jordan. I guess it was because every letter I wrote was either backwards, upside down or not a letter at all. It made Jordan smile everytime I falied, it just made me frustrated. Yesterday, Jordan gave me a book. It looked like it was 100 years old.
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
"Really," I said flipping through the pages.
"What it's a good book." He said taking the book back.
"I can read it to you if you want." He said.
"No I'm fine." I said snatching the book back and throwing it on the table.
I looked at the piece of paper with my name on it and pushed it away. There was no point learning anything, I was as dumb as a brick.
