Birthday Erthquake

The note ch. 2

- - - -Writing this chapter of the book made me think a little more freely and I wrote a bit out of the box I left the 6th grade writing and I'm head over heels for what I will come up with that is quite out of my comfort zone- - - - -

Once the boat arrived I had No choice but to step off and leave my memories of being dragged along by Alex to the Stage and to a safe place during the Earthquake. Why is it that whenever I find the slightest bit of joy it ends with a painful price. I mean don't get me wrong its not always physical. But actually mostly about the feelings. I kick and slide my feet on the white sand of connecticut

I walk around the coast clueless of where to go but the boat director and I'm guessing a messenger made me realize i was where i needed to be. All I could here was chatter about how things will be for now on and that some of us will be going to a different state for more room.

People begin to walk and I realize that we are moving to a safe house. Where I supposedly will be given 3 new sets of cloths

I often wonder how other people feel. What they lost or how painful there scars are compared to others. I sometimes even wonder if they are thinking the same thing as I.

Soon after I am set to a room where I will be staying for the rest of my time here. as soon as I enter the room. My eyes spot a bed. I plop onto the bed expecting immediate comfort. But instead I hit my elbow on the hard metal part that holds the bed up. "Crap!" I squeeze my fist and with my free hand I wrap it in the creasing of my elbow.

After I settled in I fluffed the bed a little so it wouldn't feel so much like I'm sitting on a floor with a silk blanket under me kind of thing.

Its been 22 days since my birthday when the tragedy happened. Hearing those words in my mind made me think about the family and mementoes I left behind. My brother was in jail like usual. Always getting into trouble and not much of a sorry guy. He's currently 25 and much of it either he comes out today actually. But its not like I will be seeing him though. hopefully.

(Lunch time)

Everyone ends up sitting by themselves taking 20 minutes on finding a single seat to eat their now cold lunch I was smart and got ahead without being picky. So I'm pretty bad at seat choice but a good eye for personality. I can tell the guy who just plopped his butt on the seat in front of me is one of those bad boys: take whatever they want, does whatever they want, steal, curse, and always the favorite being careless.

"Hey what happened to you?" He suddenly said.
"Me?"
"Who else? Nobody is at this table but me and you so what's your deal?" He replies
"I don't know what your talking about?" I say
"I mean what happened to your arm did it get scratched or something?" He says. I stop picking at my food and pause for a few seconds.

I was just on the verge to tell him yes but I stop to ask a question that was falling at the tip of my tongue.
"Why do you care?"
"First of all I never said I cared and second of all I'm only curious" he snapped
"but whatever I don't wanna know about it anymore" he continued. There was a silent moment that I took for granted so I shoved some of the brown meat and spooned it in my mouth.
"So I'm guessing your from that Earthquake" he says breaking the wonderful silence I had between him.
"Ugh... You talk too much" I said.
"Can a women be left with silence?"

There isn't another word.
He smiles and walks away tapping my shoulder as he steps passed me. To be honest I feel like I was the bad one there I know I was going through something but that was a little tough. I mean I never told him to go I just wanted some peace and quiet.

I walk to my room and open up a book from one of the shelves and something slides out I place the dusty book back on the shelf and search for the object.

As soon as my eyes find the note I lift it up one finger and scan the note with the others. It seems to be folded so I open I begin to unfold the crusty note. When I open it I squint my eyes because the writing is so faded I can barely understand what it says.
" th-the title... I-is not" I stop there and run my fingers hoping it was just dust. I wonder who wrote this and why he/she left it behind in the book. I here the door creaking open so I quickly place the note back in the book and shove the book in my drawer. A bright light shines behind the shadow of what seems as a young man. He shuts the door behind him and locks it. I was too focused on who the boy could be, to notice that he locked the door. And I didn't think fast enough in time I stepped back but there was just the drawer that I bumped into. I turn to fix my self and as soon as I face him again I see a dark skinned boy about the color of mine and he wears a leather jacket and a black tang top. Guess he didn't have much in his closet.
"Who are you? A-and what are you doing in my dorm?"
"If I told you my name my identity would be unfolded like that note in the book"
.he gets closer and I hesitate to move he pushes me aside and opens the draw where I his the book.
"Hey that's not yours!"
I grab his arm and pull him away from the drawer. But in my attempt he swings his arm back in forth intill I loosen NY grip and fall. I stay on the floor. This guy is violent and I know for a fact that note means something more than what I thought.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter I know it was pretty boring but I hope the last scene hit you like a good book would.
Tell me what I should do in the next chapter in the comments and don't forget to °vote° ;)