The bombing
Chapter 1:
I woke up early like always, wishing that the world would go away so I could go back to sleep. But of course it didn't. So I got ready for school.
Personally I think school is a waist of time, most of the time people die before they get to use what they learned in it, we are at war after all.
I got up brushed my teeth, then my hair.
I went back to my room got a t-shit, some jeans, my leather jacket, and my big black boots, making sure to stuff my knife safely inside it. Who knows what could be out there? I have only had to use it once. I shuddered from the memory.
Then I went to go wake up my little brother. His name is Copper.
He just turned 6. Were're 12 years apart now. I'm 18.
I opened his door and went over to his bed, shacking him slightly.
"Come on bud, we need to go to school." I said barely above a whisper.
I watched as his blue eyes fluttered open. He groaned.
"I don't wanna. All we do there is learn!" He said while rolling over.
I chuckled. "That's the point bud." I said while ripping his blankets off him.
"Now get up before we're late!" I said turning around to get his backpack ready.
I heard shuffling behind me so I knew he got up.
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When I was done I headed to the door to see him waiting for me. I smiled at him.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
"Yeah" he said while nodding his head. "I just hope moms home when we get back." He said sadly.
I smiled at him sadly. Our mom wasn't home a lot because of her job. She was one of the 'lucky' people to still be alive.
My dad died when I was 15, he was in the army, but he didn't leave before training me. I have killer reflexes.
The walk to school was pretty silent. I walked to school, checking down ally ways, making sure my little brother was safe.
Finally we got to school. I turned around and squatted down to reach his level.
"Have a good day, and be good!" I said while ruffling his brown hair. He smiled at me and started to walk up to his school.
"I will!" He called over his shoulder.
I watched until I couldn't see him anymore. I let out a sigh. Time to go to my school.
I walked over to the high school towards my class. I sat down at my desk, not to long after, the teacher walked in, silencing the class.
As he droned on with his lecture I stared out the window looking at the used-to-be-playground. The war did a lot to us. Way more than anyone can imagine. A lot of people were killed. Still are.
I was to wrapped up in my own thoughts I didn't hear the bell ring, until there was a tap on my shoulder. Out of instinct, I grabbed the hand and twisted it, until I remembered were I was, then let go.
I looked up to see a scared and shocked face. The girl had blond hair and soft brown eyes.
"I er......" She stuttered looking down. "The bell rang" she whispered.
Not bothering to reply, I got up and made my way to my next class.
After that the day went by pretty fast, and before I knew it, I was staring at my silling, trying to go to sleep but couldn't.
I kept thinking about that girl today. Nobody talks to me. There all to scared to. When my dad first died, the first thing I ever saw I beat the crap out of. It lasted about two years. That's how long it took for people to get the hint and stay away from me.
I still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. It was a gut feeling. The bad thing is, my gut is always right.
Just then I heard a scream. It sounded like my mothers scream. Guess she was home.
At that moment there was an explosion. It felt like an earthquake. Then everything went black.
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