Because The Sky Is Falling

7/9 YELLOW (2)

I went home to my four siblings, myself being the oldest of all five kids. Nicolle (10), Rylee(10), Carter (13), and Isaiah (3) were all in the living room doing one thing or another. The twins, Nicole and Rylee, became heated over a game of Minecraft on their tablets while Carter looked at memes on his phone and Isaiah got caught up in a show of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. The sight was a nice one—one I wished to see more often.

In the kitchen I opened a box of corndogs and placed four on a plate to put in the microwave as it was 6:30 at night, the sky still a pale yellow, and I hadn't eaten since the Thai food Shinn cooked for me the night before. My stomach growled at my mind for not scheduling a good time to eat into my busy schedule, and my head regretted the choice it had made, though not very much. The microwave dinged, I took the plate up to my room, and was about to make another video on my webcam before realizing I had left my laptop on Shinn's bed.

Groaning at myself for my scatterbrained action, I picked myself up from my desk chair, and began making my way to Shinn's house. Again, it was only a street over, but the walk from my house to her's gave me a lot of time to think. I thought of things like what my mother had posted on Facebook, and I thought about it really hard. I checked my breathing and came to the conclusion I was breathing slightly heavier than usual—not a big deal. But it could become one. And poor Nicole, her asthma is going to be hard to control soon.

I arrived at Shinn's house, and walked in the door when seeing her mom's car was still there—meaning they were all home. "Hey Mr. & Mrs. Coleman. Shinn home? In her room, right?"

"I believe so," her mother answered.

"Alright, thank you. I just left my laptop up there this morning, I was hoping to just grab it really quick?" I said it in the form of a question as a way of asking permission.

"Sure, go ahead," she said with a slightly suspicious look.

But really, there was—again—nothing to be suspicious of. The thing with Shinn is: she's a flirt. And a good one too. But she never goes passed flirting. She flirts with guys she has no feelings for nor does she intended to do things with any of these guys—it's all just for a little fun, and there's no harm in it. In fact, she has no intentions at all of doing things with anyone, like myself, yet her mom doesn't trust her.

Unlike the rushed stomping I had done before, I walked softly up the stairs to her room where she sat at her desk on her laptop (somewhere on tumblr, probably) sucking on a go-gurt. "Hey, I left my laptop. Have you seen it?" I asked her.

She pointed to where it sat, still on her bed, "Could that one, the one that looks exactly like the one you have, sitting exactly in the place you left it, right in front of your face, possibly be what you are looking for?" she said sarcastically, but with a friendly smile.

I chuckled, thank her, and was back to my room with my now slightly cold corndogs. I turned on the webcam and began recording, taking bites of my food every now and again.

I did not have a very clear message to send this time—more of a story to tell. "So the meet up at the junkyard didn't go well in the slightest. First, Darian, someone almost everyone from my school knows, showed up with an unstable, homemade "rocket-ship"," I said making air quotes. "And this ship of his, shot into the air with him inside, only for it to fall back to the ground. A group of three adults also showed up shortly after Darian had arrived and told Darian his plan to leave earth in his ship would not work, and..." I trailed off, scared to say what happened next. "He started to drive off incredibly fast, (Out of anger, I believe.) and crashed into the other group's vehicle. This, uh, caused an explosion, thanks to his ship which was probably filled with jet fuel.

"All four of them...have sadly died at the junkyard on the corner of Gallberry and Maple. I am so sorry to be the bearer of bad news, and sorry for their familys' losses...Goodbye."

I soon got a comment from my most loyal subscriber—a kid from school, named Brandon, who can be very cynical and insensitive at times—which read "Karma finally came and bit Darian in the butt, I see."

I would've defend him, but was too tired to do anything just then. I closed my laptop without another thought and with zero hesitation as I flopped down on my bed and fell asleep.