Gold or Silver

Gold or Silver

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I can live without- The world froze all around me. The bright creamy colors of the skies turned into the same grey of the world around me. The realization pulled all life out of me down to the last drop. It was only then that I realized that I was NOT going to be living at all. But...even then I realized that unlike all those years ago, it did not seem to scare me. The more I tried to think of what had brought me here the more I realized that they were growing bigger and bigger all around me. Their flaming eyes were staring at me in amusement. Mocking my misery and gawking at my naivety. They had told me that I would end up here years ago, now they were cackling that I had wasted time trying even though they were right. Their claws were ready to tear through me and their I was not sure if there was anyone to save me this time.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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