The seekers

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     "What do you think we're ganna do?" i ask terriefied for the answear i know ill be dreding to hear anyway.

   "I dont know , but what i do know is this man is dangerous; he can kill any of us easily," exclaims Johnny.

      I feel uneasy with just the thought of this, how my life became so messed up, i wonder if there will ever be an end to this but i know otherwise.My stomach churns and i can feel my blood flush to my face, burning the outside of my cheeks and the dry lump in the back of my throat is begining to creep back on me; making it hard to swallow.

     "Well, lets go get the others, if that man wants us and he's as dangerrous as we think he is we better be prepared anything he throws our way," says Johnny.

 We stalk out of the house and the scent of fresh bread, blood, and a sweet scent peppermint stench the aroma in the air .My fist start to ball up griping tightly; hurting my hands, making me wince in pain. I just stand there in the door way of my home watching everything pass by on in my life.

    The blood is slick and drizzly on the ground on the curb down the block and a bit fadded in color from yesterdays kiil.

                                                                        Sam.

    I thought to myself.

How could this have happened. why him? what has he done to deserve such a fatail thing to come upon him Why ...WHy ..WHY..................

      I turn away to push the memeries of this person and lock him out of my memory and mind forever and say my last goodbye.

   "Come on we dont have all day!" Johnny bellows loudly from across the yard.

My brother, so confident and helpful and yet dieing worst of all inside ; never arrogant nor boustful, sheding away from me.

The air flouders our bodies in the heat, urging me forword with every steep and turn. The school comes into our veiw and my thoughts start to fumble all over, knowing that every step we lounge forword , we come closer to our fait of preperation.

                                                         MEETING IN THE WOODS 

                                                 ON THE OTHER SIDE OF SHCOOL

I keep my gaze low and steady as i hear the others studder over their words . I brush my hand over the barren rock and wait letting the minutes dissappear into nothingness. I look up to see the hard flaming sun burn down on our landscape and bodies, but i also see the moon; begining to creep up on us across the horizon.

   The feeling of going into battle doesnt seem right, I mean its all just for a journal that only God knows what may hold but then again, I would love to have the vengance on the districts and the others who helped them because they are the ones ruining my life and are taking away everry last bit of happiness in my family that I still have left.

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