Behind the Firewall

Chapter One

The suns's long beams of light surpass my brown bangs into my eyes. White, pink and black pedals flew from the white church buried in the tall dead grass and brown molded trees. The wind pierced through the valley, shaking trees back and fourth.

"Mittasia! Littatiul! Jayden! Come back to the house, I need you to come inside now." All three of us, raced down to our house at the river. Flowers and dandelions swished to the side. My little sister Mittasia slipped down the side of the hill. Peacefully enough, she got back up and started running again. Like nothing happened. If only life was that 'easy. And then there's Littatiul, runs past his sister. Doesn't give a shit if his sister's hurt or anything. Reminds me of those 1970's movies, no common sense. No compassion. Pathetic lives.

When we finally arrived, our Mom was waving a rag down at our pitted little faces. "Dinner's ready." She smiled and friendly whispered. Everyone ran in, and hopped up on the table by the door to the deck. A Sunday evening breeze swept through our white peached curtains, and passed by our black leather love seat. I could feel it in my hair, cold and unforgiving.

While everyone else chanted stupid, awkward rhymes about why they didn't have dinner yet, I walked by the kitchen and stood by the stove. The surface was purging hot, even the waves of steam billowed out of the silver pots and delivered a fresh smell of good food. And maybe some chicken. Mashed potatoes were plotted on top of Sizzling brown crusted chicken drumsticks, with BBQ sauce. "Damn that smells good." I cluttered, looking down to the food, all hot'n ready.

"Holy Jesus Christ." My Mom complained bluntly. "What? What happened?" I asked, half carelessly and half with question. "Oh, I'm just excited for dinner." She said in a Jolly voice. "Well then.." I muttered.

"Mom what is the date today, for my homework..?"Littatiul asked from the far end of the table. "Full date? Like.. Year aswell?" My mom chuckled sarcastically.

"Ya, ok." Littatiul sighed. "Ummm, Thursday.. August 3rd, 1998." Mom finally said. I walked around the kitchen island and turned on our TV. Just after the little intro ended to the news, the lady at the front desk started to speak. "As the State of Massachusetts officially bans the continued usage of plastic bags in grocery stores, the city of boston starts to get a little unsettled."

"Ya hear that? No more plastic bags for us.." My mom whined sarcastically in the kitchen, making her way to the table with the eggs.

The news lady then prepped for the next little bit of news. "Now, back to New York. The governor of New York City and surrounding areas on Long Island have revolted against the United States, especially the surrounding states such as Delaware, Pennsylvania and Connecticut. The president will make an official announcement tomorrow in Downtown Boston-" My mom shut off the TV, and walked outside to the deck.

"Mom?" I asked confused, unanswered.

I wandered to the deck where my mom was, she was as silent as the meadows. My hands grasped the fence, and I pulled myself on it so my arms hung over the edge. There was a very brisk silence for a moment. "Umm... Remember how your dad was on a business trip.?" My mom then asked. "Ya.?" I responded back, looking up at her. "Hmm, ya. That was in New York."

"Is he okay?!" I panicked. "I'm sure he's just fine, just a little worried that's all."

She came over and hugged me softly. It was a warm and loving moment. A fine moment. "Okay, your uncle Kope will be here soon." My mom said happily, ignoring the sadness and confusion. "I'll get the table set." I said galloping to the table.

A massive cloud of Dark, billowing fog spread from the other side of the river. Strange weather today. "Is that Uncle Koppy?" Mittasia asked looking out of the living room window. "Umm Kope.?" I corrected. "Whateva." Mittasia complained. She was only 5.. Littatiul was 11. "Wait is he here? That was earlier than I expected." I proclaimed.