Lies of villainous Execution

Sobs racked my 16 yr. old slender frame as I read the email over and over; hoping that if I read it again the words would change. “No,” I whispered to myself, “No he can’t be gone… he, he can’t…” sorrow consumed me once more in the night of NYC. I couldn’t find the strength to reply to Master Sergeant Morgan, the head of my father’s Marine unit, stationed in Baghdad. The message was clear cut and simple but I couldn’t find it in myself to do as I was told.

Dear Cane family, it kills me to tell you that at 6:03 this morning(about 8:33 pm your time) Jason was killed in a roadside bomb on his way to a local hospital. His squad was badly injured but they will live, Jason was the only casualty. His body will be transported as soon as possible. You are to meet the transports at Quantico Marine base at 0600 on Saturday morning. I am deeply sorry,

Master Sergeant Wesley Morgan

I had been sent a K.I.A (Killed in Action). letter as well, but Wesley, I mean M.S. Morgan was as close as any brother could be to my father, and in turn like an uncle to my brother and I. He had sent the letter to my step-mom and me, so I wouldn’t have to tell her probably. I looked at my clock, 12:17 on Thursday morning, and that meant I had two days of school to live through until I could see my father again. That adds up to three words; Jake and Aaron. Leo might be a pain in the butt normally, but he would be going through the same crap as me, if not worse. I laid in my loft for an hour or so, lost in thought, before shutting my light off and letting sleep come.

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“Hurry up Rachel, you’re going to miss the bus!” Josie (Jo-z), my step-mom called. She was probably making bagels or something in the kitchen, I thought to myself as I pulled on my sleeveless hoodie.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’” I replied as I grabbed my Pink bag (the brand not the color, I hate the color pink) and rushed down the hall. “You gonna eat that?” I asked, not waiting for an answer, I grabbed the blueberry bagel off of the plate in front of her and practically ran out of the apartment, down two flights of stairs and to the already busy street to the bus stop, followed closely by my brother, who was carrying a bagel (probably the one Josie was about to eat). The bus showed up five minutes later after I had gotten to the stop, and the bus had just barely gotten its’ doors open when I leaped on and raced to the back, just to find Damion in my spot. “Move it, domino,” I commanded my best friend ever.

“Really Rach, again with the domino thing!” he sighed dramatically and scooted over to the window seat. He’s such a pushover, I thought to myself as I settled in to my talking position, and that’s why I love him, but in a non-girlfriend-y way. That would be awkward, given that he’s gay and all. “Have you heard from your dad recently, Rach?” Damion asked innocently. He looked at me with those big green eyes that could make an Army general crumble to tears and make a 5 yr. old become instantly happy after the death of their hamster. His expression changed from carefree and light to dead serious (no pun intended) with a hint of dread when I didn’t’ answer with pride as I usually do. “Rachel, what happened” and although his voice was steely calm, his eyes were bulged in fear.

“He’s gone,” I whispered almost inaudibly. Damion’s face showed the sorrow and pain I was felling inside. He most likely forgot we were even on the bus as he gave me a hug that could heal the soul, but only but a Band-Aid on mine.

“ Its going to be ok, Rach, its gonna be fine,” He was the best friend I will ever have, I realized as I wiped my tears on my sleeve. I gathered my stuff as the bus came to a stop about five minutes away from school, Willows stop, but she was at school because…. Oh shoot! I was suppose to be helping her with a project, about St. Patrick’s Day, I think. The rest of the bus ride was silent, almost all of the pain swept away because I had a job to do.

When the bus finally stopped at school I grabbed his hand, and ran, trying to find Will.

“Rachel Artemis Cane, you are SO dead!” I spun around to find Willow Grace stomping towards me at top speed. I tried to run, but have you ever tried to outrun the NY state champion for High School track. She punched me in the arm twice after she caught me, one for not coming early and another for trying to run. “How could you do that!, wait I take that back, I know how,” her commanding tone dropped to an almost apologetic whisper. “Artemis, what happened?”

“It’s her dad, Will,” Damion answered for me, noticing how unstable I was on the bus, he was probably trying to save me from major embarrassment. “He was killed in a bomb last night” After a minute to let this sink in, she gave me a bear hug and started whispering soothing words as the three of us walked to Mr. Zapata’s room.

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