i had grown up all my life hearing about The kill zone but never really gave any thought about it. Nobody really talked or thought about it either. I felt safe and so i thought i should just forget about it. Untill one day when my parents were getting really in to it and how more and more people are disappearing so i took so time to really think about it before i talk to my parents about what it was. of coures it took sometime to get what was on my mind out of my mind. I spilled my heart out to my parents about all the thoughts i had on it. my parents told me not to worry because it wasnt a big deal, and nothing will happen to us.
As a 10 year older i trusted my parents and never gave anymore thought about it untill one day when our teacher had talked about it. then i really htought about it. i kinda worried. what if i were one of the victims in the kill zone. i never imagined being a victim. One night i thought long and hard about it. i had a horrible nightmare that went along with all that thought on it.
within the next couple weeks off school students went missing from my class, even my best friend monika. she is from germany and i called her nika. she was my bestest friend in the whole world and i never imaganed her going missing. would she servive? would i ever get to see her again? i never got to say goodbye. my only friend in the entire world has gone missing and i didnt even get to say goodbye. monika will be remembered forever. i will never forget her.
nika was one of the 30 people reported missing. her parents were devistated but they new that she was chosen because of her bravery. nika was a brave little girl always risking her life for anything. i know i am nowhere near brave. i remember how she always climbed up the tree with no problems and i just stood at the bottom scared and worried she was going to fall and get hurt. she was always the one to do all the challenges on the ropes coures at camp. where would all the bravaery go now that she is gone?
i was in class one day thinking about math. which is pretty typical for me. but that day it just seemed wierd and unusual like it was now a forbiden subject. i am usually the one who is caught day dreaming during class so you really shouldnt expect me to be the one with all A's becasue that is just not who i am. i have mostly B's and C's. other than school i am a pretty good person. i really dont have any problems with school but it is just so boring and i mean like i dont care about. it isnt really fun anymore. to many peole are disapearing and so means we combine classes that sometimes equals up to 50 kids a class when normally it is like 20. it is so abnormal.
within the next couple of weeks the whole school started spliting up by grade in each gym. they decided that there was really no point in having a classroom of 20 squeeze 50 in there. nobody really went missing it was just a percaution they took with being such a big shcool. more and more days went by and all of a sudden we are in all new units not learning as much about school subjects but having lectures on how the kill zone is a dagerous place and how we need to stay safe and not talk to strangers or play outside or go to the store with less than 5 people. we were also tested on all the things we learned. we had no more freedom. the police even were envolved in our school. this got way to serious way to fast.
as more and more weeks went on we started only having school on mondays and when we went we had to be escorted by two police men and atleast four people from ever grade. no freedom at all what so ever. on every other day then monday we were either at home preparing for an attack or boarding up windows and doors. life just became worse. i was an only child which was rare in this big town, which meant more work for the family, especially being poor. my parents were not the concerned type even when it came to this so they were very laid back about it. they knew the people taken were taken for a reason, not for fun. they never took any consideration on keeping me away from the world.
on september 27, 2012 there was an attack in the small town next to us. only 7 were taken. but 20 were injured. nobody really took into account that we were probably next to be attacked. i mean the past couple of weeks has really been going town by town and we were next. but there were more people taken from our town than any other town. i wasnt really worried. they would probably skip us any way. they proba bly think we are weak any ways.
as months went on the town started to lay off the whole idea of them attacking us. we started having a more regular schedule and we didnt have to be escorted to school. more and more people forgot about the idea of an attack. but more and more people worried about their own safety and if we anybody would still be around in the next year or so. nobody wooried about their children or their familie, just themselves. what was the world coming to?
finally on december 5 everything was back to normal. Almost. we had never thought of there being such a fight between people and government. that day will never be forgoten. almost everyone in the whole state of Massachusetts was envolved. i never ever imaginedit getting so bad to a point wheresome were even thrown in jail. i was scared. there are people out there who probably just want attention but that was not cool. i want to feel safe and at the same time be safe. how is that supposed to help when all people do now a days is fight about our safety. i mean fighting doesnt help. nothing really helps. at this point we are all doomed. there is no stopping the idiots who are doing all this. we might as well just sacrifice all we got.
the next day and the next were just awfull. my parents kept me home and they stayed home as well. they didnt care about any thing that was happening. they barely cared about work. they thought that they couldnt do anything they cant stop any of this so what is the point in caring. we had a perfectly good life before so lets just continue living that life.
that same day i was...
