Behind the Firewall

Chapter Two

15 years later.

Sharp and cold waves of wind lashed through the street like knifes. The Downtown skyline rose through the air when I walked down the stairs in marketplace. It was so cold, it hurt to breathe. Even just a little. The street was completely empty, only a few cars remained by the side of the road.

What a quiet little city. For it's size it was damn well peaceful. The landscape glistened out beautifully and proud. It was too proper to criticize, the city of Copenhagen. For the past few minutes I was viewing the gloriousness of the canal and streets.

Just then, a buzzing noise vibrated in my right pocket. Obviously it was my phone, but it felt weird, I think it was making stretch marks on the side of my pants. Again it vibrated, it was so frustrating how my pants were too skinny to retrieve it. Finally I clamped open my pocket and quickly slipped out my phone. Someone was calling me, seemed to be my sister, Mittasia. I slid my finger from left to right where it said "Slide to Answer". And instantly the the call became active, I grasped the phone tightly against my ear.

"Hello?" Mittasia called from the device. "Hey!" I responded optimistically. "Hey, Jayden. Do you wanna come meet for coffee at that new place downtown?"

"Sure, but what place?" Mittasia then hesitated. "Let me see... Umm... 'Hvid Kop.'"

"Ok I'll see you there in 20 minutes or so. By the way.. How've you been." I said Empathetically. "Oh, ya know. Fine I just.. I.. I miss him. Uncle Kope, he was a good man."

"Me to, goodbye." I whispered. "Goodbye Jayden." She ended. The phone returned to silence, and it's home position where all my apps were available to activate. I then hibernated my phone when I put it into my pocket.

It was as cold as the arctic, my hands were frozen down to the bone. And my breath was entirely visible. I'm sure it was -10 degrease Celsius out here. Typical for Denmark I guess. I slowly started to make my way back to the car.

The plaza that I was in started to fill up with people, probably some sale or something. Reminds me of my dad. Back in my old house. I missed my old house, pretty. Brings back so many memories. Till this very moment I hadn't actually thought about it that much. Not in a while.

As I approached my car I lightly clipped the little button that said unlock. I gently opened the car door and slammed shut. Then, quickly I jabbed the key in the ignition and stepped on the gas.

The wind in my hair was exhilarating, all the air came and went through the window beside me. I cranked the music to full blast on the radio, appeared to be some song by Adele. It was quite depressing and draining but at least it wasn't as bad as other songs like that Britney Spears song, "Bounce baby." If that's what it's called. Seriously who the hell writes a song about dropping a baby on the ground. Why don't you just sing about Head Trauma instead. Or "Oh no, I killed my baby, let's get pregnant again! Yay!" I laughed in my head, after that thought for a while.

There's always worse though, like Miley Cyrus. My Friend Dan always fantasizes on how much of a skank she is. Just look at her; licking that hammer, popping her boobs out of her chest on that wrecking ball. An American tragedy, I'll tell you that.

I got so tied up with this Britney Spears/ Miley Cyrus talk, I almost hit another car. My foot stomped on the brakes, making me backpack fly into the front seat. God, papers and stuff everywhere. What a mess. Quickly I stuffed everything into the bag, and slung it to the back.

Someone then honked at me, and flipped the bird as well. They yelled, "Hey asshole! Watch where you're going!"

I yelled back "Sorry!" Then muttered quietly, "Little shit."