Tangled Chaos

Tangled Chaos Part 1

It's funny how two lives, both enduring chaos, can become so tangled together, it's impossible to pull them apart. Disaster can be a blessing in disguise. Pain can form a bond stronger than iron. When a careless missile test killed my father, while he was flying his crop duster, I thought my life was crumbling into pieces. Then I met Kara. Her father had been caught in an explosion caused by a grenade in Iraq. There was nothing either of us could do. My mother left when I was seven. Her mother died of breast cancer when she was eight. Seven weeks and six days after my dad's funeral, I drove to the drug store about five miles down the road to by a pack of energy drinks. After my father died, I'd become addicted. I had tried so hard to shake it, but after a while, I gave up. I pulled up in my dark red wrangler and stumbled in. While deciding between Monster and Mountain Dew Kickstart, I noticed a girl with blonde hair with a dark blue streak in it looking at the same drinks. I guess it was fate that prompted me to talk to her.

"You hooked too?", I spoke softly, so no one could hear us. Her blue eyes settled on me.

"Yeah, I have some crap going on." She looked so familiar. For some unknown reason we chose our pick and sat down together.

"What happened to you?", she asked. I hesitated before answering. "Some guy over at Fort Rain fired a test missile and shot down my dad's crop duster. There was nothing I could to but watch. Also, my uncle took to beating me" I thought I saw sympathy in her blue orbs, but soon I realized it was empathy. She knew exactly how I felt.

"My dad was killed in Iraq by a grenade." Suddenly I felt some strange connection toward her. "Crap, I'm sorry to hear that." "Thanks, I needed that.", she smiled slightly.

"You want to head down to that new frozen yogurt shop in town, Frozen In Life?

"Sure, but by the way, my names Kara Tailor." "I'm Charlotte Mickelson."

"Oh my god"

"What?"

"I knew your story sounded familiar!! I'm from Fort Spruce, it's connected to Fort Rain! I know the guy who shot that missile!"

The room seemed to spin around me. Images flashed in front of my eyes. Chopping wood and hearing an explosion. Turning around to see my father's bed and white crop duster hurtling toward the field. Smoke streaming from all parts of it. Flames swallowing the cockpit as well as my happy life on the farm. Hot, angry tears flowing down my face jerked me back to the present. I barely felt Kara steering me towards the door and driving me home in her car. I sat on the couch in my farmhouse and silently listened to her call for a tow truck for my jeep. Ten minutes later my jeep was towed into the long dirt driveway. She came in and we talked for hours. We didn't just talk about our fathers. We talked about school, our mothers, the farm, the military fort, and more. We both lived by ourselves, since a new law stated that if you were 16 or older, had a clean past and passed a written exam you could live on your own if your parents died. We both had passed it on the first try. From that point on we hung out every day, opened up to each other, laughed together, cried together, and became best friends.

Author's note: you may think this is all getting wrapped up in a nice neat little bow, but I'm throwing in a twist! XD

Kara and I thought we were picking up the shattered pieces of our lives, but of course, god threw a rock and we were broken in an unbelievable way.