Fight For Animals

Chapter 6- It's Time

When I was back in the office, I saw Matthew with his family, looking dazed. I didn't blame him. I wonder what his 'power' was. If I could apparently predict the future, then would I die just like my 'vision' showed? My mind was exploding with questions like maybe my mom isn't crazy after all.

I sat down 2 seats away from Matthew in the row of comfy royal purple wooden chairs right near the desks where the principals and secretaries worked. I didn't want to sit next to him. I've never had, and I never will. I did like him, meaning I'd be too shy, after all.

Matthew and my eyes met, and I thought about my dream for the millionth time. I was going to die, and he was going to live. He was going to stab me right in my chest, and I'll die with him crying because of how he had just murdered someone. Great. So excited. (Sarcasm)

I saw Matthew flinch. As usual, whenever I'm around him, he always flinches. This is why my fantasies and dreams of us being together are never happening.

Was I ready to let my life go? Just give it to Matthew, would I do that? I'd sacrifice myself to someone who merely thinks of me as a peer, not a flawless angel. I thought of it the other way around. If I did kill Matthew, how would I act of he wasn't alive? I'd probably become extremely depressed. In conclusion, I thought to myself, the way it is supposed to be, he kill me, is a better alternative than me kill him.

President Evelina sent the parents to the gym and wait for the ceremony to begin. Soon, it was just Matthew and I in the office, waiting for our cue to head to the gymnasium, for the ceremony to begin. My heart wasn't just pounding from the fact that I'll be dead in minutes, it was also because he was there, Matthew, and also because he was capable of something impossible.

Out of the blue, Matthew said, "Yeah." After, he made the look of a toddler who just realized he did something wrong.

"What?" I asked. I looked at him as a habit of talking to someone, big mistake. Now I was going to be tongue-tied, staring at him. Curse my extreme shyness. Anything that I wanted to say, I would have to force out of my mouth.

"Oh." He paused. "Nothing." He lied. I shrugged, and turned to stare at the floor.

And the conversation ended.

What felt like centuries later, Principal Johnson popped his head through the door.

"I am so sorry you have to be a part of this." He said, looking very sad. "But come on. It is time." He gestured for us to head out the door. Matthew and I both rose out of our seats, and awkwardly walked to Principal Johnson at the door. I felt my hands shaking, and I was shivering like I was cold.

"Are you guys friends?" Principal Johnson asked us. I could hear the sarcasm, I could almost see a faint smile. I thought he was sad. I guess he was trying to make us a little more up beat about everything.

At the same time, we both said no. When I said it, I was almost yelling. Matthew said it as a whisper. Principal Johnson was smiling.

Because of Principal Johnson's comment, I started imagining what it would be like if we were friends. My mind wanders all the time. The thought of us playing soccer or something started creeping me out.

(Author person from the future deleting this part because she is rly embarrassed  by it and if people she knows find it it's less of a trace to her. ((not rly)) )

I almost laughed at the thought. As I chuckled, I saw out of the corner of my eye Matthew grin, like he was holding back laughter himself. Matthew has been confusing me lately.

When we reached the gymnasium, I saw filled bleachers, and the glass walls, looking identical to my dream. I gulped in fear. I saw President Evelina speaking to an over weight police officer, and Matthew's family and mine small talking. I could see that they were attempting to be nice, but that was difficult because of the circumstances.

When the officer talking to the president walked to us, he said, "Mr. Smith and Miss Daffin, my name is Officer Baker." He said. He rearranged his posture to make himself look more official. "I will be guarding the glass, to make sure you don't escape for any reason." Then he lowered his voice and leaned closer to us, creating a little triangle. "I know how powerful you guys might think you are, but don't dare try anything." He was so close, I could smell the juicy strawberry smoothie and a hint of chocolate on his breath. He swiftly turned around, and tried coolly strutting back to his master, the evil President Evelina.

How did he know we were powerful? I remembered 2 seconds ago, him talking to President Evelina. Did she know? Is that why we were picked? My mind started putting all of the puzzle pieces together. That "bitch that keeps getting smarter and smarter" as my mom said, was President Evelina. She was really smart because she knew who had these powers, and she was out to get them killed. Fighting for animals was her excuse for murdering them.

A loud voice interrupted my thoughts. "Ladies and gentlemen!" President Evelina boomed through the microphone in front of the bleachers cluttered with people. "This years annual Fight For Animals has begun!" She stared right at the big camera, broadcasting live for the entire country to see. There was an applause, a fake one, where everyone pretended to be excited. Everyone knew there were many other alternatives for saving animals, but too terrified to challenge the powerful President Evelina. "Where we honor our other species for their survival, because of how cruel we have been to these creatures." Well look at how cruel you are being to us. I thought to myself. I saw, behind the glass, was a screen, showing pictures of animals suffering and dying. I never enjoyed watching this, and seeing it in real life made me hate this even more.

"Lily Daffin, Matthew Smith," she said. "You will play the part of the suffering animals," as on cue, (and Officer Baker beckoning us to do so) we slowly stepped toward President Evelina. President Evelina smiled at the camera, and so did Matthew. I figured I had to do the same, so I put on my fake smile, and waved at the camera.

Then President Evelina said to us, "Good luck to you both. I understand the suffers you will face." Sure you do. I nodded. Officer took both Matthew and I by the elbow, and walked us to opposite sides of the glass.

It's time.