Light up the Sky

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               Alvin

I talk to Chandler for like an hour after dinner. He keeps talking about how the games are 'Lit!', And how the cheerleading squad has got 'glitter and glam'.
"Like dUdE! I was totally buggin' after the scouts came to talk to me about scholarships in the locker room after the game! Dartmouth is super expensive! Dad is sending the girls for these car wash arenas however they keep saying no!...". I keep "Hmm..."ing to al the things he says because I have absolutely NO interest in whatever he says. He was the sub-goalie and keeps talking to me about all this because he took my place. I leave the phone on the matress, press speaker, and move away from the phone because Chandler's voice is as high pitch as an Opera singers'. He speaks neasly and in western accented English. Like cowboy style. Loud and busted. It's so annoying, but Chandler is too humble to get that comment.

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I look out the window before closing the blinds. I still can't see as clearly, but I can definitely make out faces. I still didn't tell mom because dad was coming over tonight and I don't want him to get the news because he's not the most supporting. I see only the backyard and and Barracks Bridge. I take a leap out of the window to my spot on the roof. I haven't been there in a long time. Not long enough.
*    (...a few years ago...)     *
It was so hot that day. Mommy told me that it was summer 'officialy' due to the change of the positioning of the moon or something. I want to call the girl next door for my tenth birthday, but I don't even know her. All I see her do all day is deliver cookies. I want more Arizona ice tea from the convenience store but I'm too lazy to get off of the comforter. I shouldn't bring the comforter up here because the roof is usually covered with bird poo. I hear the cycle bell tingling and I turn back to look at the streets. I see that girl over there. She falls on the road and starts screaming. She keeps rubbing her arms and legs. I see her mom rush into the pavement and lover down so she could grab her. Sweat trickles down my forehead and I strain to see what happens next. Nana comes out to look too. The girl has become completely red, and her mom is screaming on the phone; probably calling 911. Before I know it, the ambulance speeds out of our street, and rolls far away till I can't hear the siren anymore. I feel dizzy, probably because of the heat. The siren wails back in and the world seems all blurry. My comforter starts slipping away from me, I feel something sharp of my back, and it isn't there anymore. I hear a thud. Feel it. When I open my eyes, form the bright sunny weather, everything just blacks out.
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