Final Draft
My eyes flicker and stare blankly at the road in front of me. How did I get into the car? Oh well...I probably spaced out. I slowly sip water from my water bottle, taking my eyes off the road for a second. After setting the bottle down, I slam my remix onto the radio system. This one is my favorite. The beat slows and speeds up in just the right places. I’m proud that I compose music, even when it causes me to cry. Music helps me escape from the reality entrapping me. I turn it up, so my beat creates an earthquake in my car. I axellerate my vehicle and bite my lip, thinking of how my brothers ruined my morning. They ripped my blouse and drizzled syrup on my eggs, because they ‘loved me’! Sure, I could say they were just playing around with me, but I feel like they were made to make my life a nightmare. It’s atrocious; you have no idea. If I had the chance to wipe their wicked smiles off their faces, I would.
My mom and dad don’t understand my point of view, so I’m not close with them. It doesn’t bother me. But sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to besides my friends. I wish I was still their princess, and their only attention. I felt like I was special one. A tear slips off my cheek as I pass my old elementary school and the rusty playground I used to call home.
Closing my eyes, I smile visioning my wild brown hair waving around the play structure. I remember being that girl with the dirty pink princess dress. That memory is so distant, yet so valuable. It’s my secret jewel.
My car turns swiftly around a curve and I twist my head to face my steering wheel. I drag my eyes from left to right noticing the clean, empty streets surrounding me. Must be the street sweeping day. Oh well. I feel my stomach turn into a bundle of mush telling me to order my favorite snack, pizza. I restlessly dig into my purse to get out my shattered phone. Juggling it in my hand, I type Domino’s number in, and set my phone to speaker. The dial tone rings, waiting for the other end to pick up, and I keep my eyes fixed on the road.
¨Hello, this is Domino’s, how can I help you?¨ The phone spat out.
¨Hi I like to orde-¨ I hang the phone up and stare wide mouthed at the familiar neighborhood.
The streets are freshly cleaned and the cars are cleared, there is no trash cans and nobody around to ask what happened. I close my mouth, and snatch out my phone to dial my mom’s phone number, only to hear her voicemail greeting me. Sometimes, I feel my love for my family deep down, shining out of me. I snuff it out. I throw my phone down, and frown realizing I worked my way onto the wrong street. Can I freak out now? I skid to the side of the road, and hop out of my car, slamming the door behind me. I spiral myself in a circle, glancing around the neighborhood, and swoop my head from left to right in confusion. Where? What? How? Why? Where is everyone? What happened to all the cars? How is everything missing? Why am I the only one here?
I take deep breaths and crack my knuckles, wondering what to do next. What should I do? Slumping my feet to the clean concrete, I jog to the closest home, avoiding the grass, and step up to the doorstep. A blood red door stands in my way. The noise of the knock vibrates into my ears, and I wonder if was the only one listening. Knock knock..... I rat on the door and step back, waiting. I pace back and forth, with my shoes tapping the white concrete. No one answers or opens the door.
I whip my head and feet around, and knead my hair into a tangled mess. Scratching my head, I slowly stroll to the edge of the sidewalk and let out a shaky high pitch scream, realizing my car disappeared. Just a moment ago the boom of the music was rumbling and the engine was roaring. Now it is silent. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.
I storm down the silent, empty suburbs. I yank my hair and sob to myself, mumbling encouraging words.
I mold my face into a worried look knowing that my only path is to find my way back to my house. But I’m lost, how do I find my way back? My phone is in the car! Boom! I stomp my foot, and take a deep breath in to scream out a rumbling wail. This is it, I’m going down. I plunge into the cold concrete, and let my face touch the rough surface, and watch as the ground gets stained with salty tears. Sniffling and staring wet-faced, I stumble to my feet and start sprinting down the street, determined to get home. I don’t care if they don’t love me, I know that I love them, and I want them back. I must find my way. I must.
My feet start slurring on the ground as I start to run out of energy. I stop and skid to the end of the road and spot my street, Carson St. Stars start to appear from the twilight lit sky, and I push my aching feet to run faster. Nighttime was almost here. I glance down to watch my feet turn into a blur. The wind whips my face into a wet mess, but I don’t care. I’m not focusing on that. I just want to sit in my Pj’s with hot chocolate dripping down my throat; My annoying yet wonderful family would be right by my side. Why would I ever wish them to disappear? My heart tells me I love them, and you know what? I will trust my heart this time. I will forgive my family, and I will forgive myself.
My body sprints past familiar houses. So many memories; so many stories. Many houses travel pass me. I find houses that belonged to elderly, houses that belonged to grumpy nobody's, houses that belonged to friends. All were empty and had freshly cut grass.
Finally I approach my house with the red shutters, and the sycamore tree. But the shutters were a shiny red and the sycamore tree was emptied from the lawn. I turn to face my house, and remember how I grew up in the den, ate in the kitchen, slept in the rooms, and sat in the living room. This house was my home, and I couldn't recognize a thing.
I watch the stars glitter around my house, as I step into the dark, clean garage. My 2003 Toyota sits in the corner. How did it get there? I stare at it in confusion, and wiggle my jaw to drop. My fingers brush against the rough paint, picking up no dust. It’s been cleaned... but how? My feet slithered around the car, and into the kitchen. I stare at the empty, clean room, astonished that it wasn’t cluttered with the normal junk. I blink several times as I spot a figure walking around the display oven. It’s a girl!
¨Hello? Do you know where my family is?¨ I ask desperately with a concerned expression on my pale face.
Her hair was red as Autumn, almost like me, and her clothes were typical, sweatshirt and jeans. Her shoes are similar to mine, Converse. We take a deep breath together. I swivel around her to face her.
I find my reflection staring back at me. Her face was my face. Her eyes were my eyes. Her nose was my nose. Her lips were my lips. She was me.
¨Hello? How is th-¨ I break my sentence as her face starts to disintegrate into the warm air. Pixels branch off her green eyes and evaporate into the fuzzy background. Branches of flesh dislocate from her as she dissolves into the air. My mouth was hanging by its hinges, and is dripping drool one drop at a time. Pixels bloom off her fingertips and her shoulders. My hand hesitantly reaches for her ears, but her pink ears vaporize into the oxygen. She is gone.
I start to walk towards the sink but I freeze and watch in horror as my arm disbands from my shoulder, and dissolves into the cool air. With my eyes as wide as dinner plates, I watch my other arm disintegrate into vapor. I feel my body turn into a blob of air continuing with my legs and then my torso. Finally, my hair fades into an invisible blob, sending cool air rushing towards my sweaty face. My eyes go numb, and turn my sight into a ball of pitch black. I scream at the top of my lungs, but no sound comes out. Only 4 words swim through my thoughts; this is the end.
I flutter my feathery, long, lashes open to look at the dirty sink. I twist my neck back and forth, trying to shake off the temporary fuzzy vision. The pale sink sits with a shallow layer of water at the bottom of it’s surface. Drip. The water leaks into the sink. Drip, Drop, splash. My eyes trick me, as a strong figure comes into focus. I look down at my arms only to see that they are tied down to the chair. Wiggling my arms, my eyes focus on a intimidating man.
¨Wh-¨ I try to let out a few words, but my voice is muffled by tape.
¨Honey!¨ My mom’s voice squeaks out a thrashing scream that chills my fingertips.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her pushing through a wall of guards, only to be held back by her arms. I wiggle in the ropes entrapping me, rocking the metal chair below me back and forth.
¨Relax…¨ A snake like voice creeps out from the muscled mans mouth. ¨We only ran a few tests on you. You’ll be fine.¨ He whispers it in an evil tone, making my face go white. Whipping out a black gun, he laughs and points it at my head. He cracks up, and sets the gun on the counter next to him. An evil, wide smile lurks on his face, sending a chill down my spine.
¨You are part of a little experiment for a new program for the new generation, you are part of. You were chosen for this because you hate your family, even though that has changed...sadly. You were supposed to hate them the whole time!¨ He wrinkles his face and sighs. ¨So you failed, and we can’t accept failure. I'm sorry.¨ He points the gun at my forehead, and drills holes into my scared eyes. I feel the gun dig into my pale skin, so I also wrinkle my forehead. I squint my eyes to the side to spot my mom sobbing and turning away from me. Salt water tears stain my face, and blur my eyes. Then it hits me. This can be the end. I’m not done, I didn’t say sorry to my family, I didn’t graduate, I didn’t find true love, I’ll never have kids. I struggle and wiggle off the tape in front of my tired mouth. A muffled shriek escapes me and boomerangs through the room. I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. Bang.
My mom and dad don’t understand my point of view, so I’m not close with them. It doesn’t bother me. But sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to besides my friends. I wish I was still their princess, and their only attention. I felt like I was special one. A tear slips off my cheek as I pass my old elementary school and the rusty playground I used to call home.
Closing my eyes, I smile visioning my wild brown hair waving around the play structure. I remember being that girl with the dirty pink princess dress. That memory is so distant, yet so valuable. It’s my secret jewel.
My car turns swiftly around a curve and I twist my head to face my steering wheel. I drag my eyes from left to right noticing the clean, empty streets surrounding me. Must be the street sweeping day. Oh well. I feel my stomach turn into a bundle of mush telling me to order my favorite snack, pizza. I restlessly dig into my purse to get out my shattered phone. Juggling it in my hand, I type Domino’s number in, and set my phone to speaker. The dial tone rings, waiting for the other end to pick up, and I keep my eyes fixed on the road.
¨Hello, this is Domino’s, how can I help you?¨ The phone spat out.
¨Hi I like to orde-¨ I hang the phone up and stare wide mouthed at the familiar neighborhood.
The streets are freshly cleaned and the cars are cleared, there is no trash cans and nobody around to ask what happened. I close my mouth, and snatch out my phone to dial my mom’s phone number, only to hear her voicemail greeting me. Sometimes, I feel my love for my family deep down, shining out of me. I snuff it out. I throw my phone down, and frown realizing I worked my way onto the wrong street. Can I freak out now? I skid to the side of the road, and hop out of my car, slamming the door behind me. I spiral myself in a circle, glancing around the neighborhood, and swoop my head from left to right in confusion. Where? What? How? Why? Where is everyone? What happened to all the cars? How is everything missing? Why am I the only one here?
I take deep breaths and crack my knuckles, wondering what to do next. What should I do? Slumping my feet to the clean concrete, I jog to the closest home, avoiding the grass, and step up to the doorstep. A blood red door stands in my way. The noise of the knock vibrates into my ears, and I wonder if was the only one listening. Knock knock..... I rat on the door and step back, waiting. I pace back and forth, with my shoes tapping the white concrete. No one answers or opens the door.
I whip my head and feet around, and knead my hair into a tangled mess. Scratching my head, I slowly stroll to the edge of the sidewalk and let out a shaky high pitch scream, realizing my car disappeared. Just a moment ago the boom of the music was rumbling and the engine was roaring. Now it is silent. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.
I storm down the silent, empty suburbs. I yank my hair and sob to myself, mumbling encouraging words.
I mold my face into a worried look knowing that my only path is to find my way back to my house. But I’m lost, how do I find my way back? My phone is in the car! Boom! I stomp my foot, and take a deep breath in to scream out a rumbling wail. This is it, I’m going down. I plunge into the cold concrete, and let my face touch the rough surface, and watch as the ground gets stained with salty tears. Sniffling and staring wet-faced, I stumble to my feet and start sprinting down the street, determined to get home. I don’t care if they don’t love me, I know that I love them, and I want them back. I must find my way. I must.
My feet start slurring on the ground as I start to run out of energy. I stop and skid to the end of the road and spot my street, Carson St. Stars start to appear from the twilight lit sky, and I push my aching feet to run faster. Nighttime was almost here. I glance down to watch my feet turn into a blur. The wind whips my face into a wet mess, but I don’t care. I’m not focusing on that. I just want to sit in my Pj’s with hot chocolate dripping down my throat; My annoying yet wonderful family would be right by my side. Why would I ever wish them to disappear? My heart tells me I love them, and you know what? I will trust my heart this time. I will forgive my family, and I will forgive myself.
My body sprints past familiar houses. So many memories; so many stories. Many houses travel pass me. I find houses that belonged to elderly, houses that belonged to grumpy nobody's, houses that belonged to friends. All were empty and had freshly cut grass.
Finally I approach my house with the red shutters, and the sycamore tree. But the shutters were a shiny red and the sycamore tree was emptied from the lawn. I turn to face my house, and remember how I grew up in the den, ate in the kitchen, slept in the rooms, and sat in the living room. This house was my home, and I couldn't recognize a thing.
I watch the stars glitter around my house, as I step into the dark, clean garage. My 2003 Toyota sits in the corner. How did it get there? I stare at it in confusion, and wiggle my jaw to drop. My fingers brush against the rough paint, picking up no dust. It’s been cleaned... but how? My feet slithered around the car, and into the kitchen. I stare at the empty, clean room, astonished that it wasn’t cluttered with the normal junk. I blink several times as I spot a figure walking around the display oven. It’s a girl!
¨Hello? Do you know where my family is?¨ I ask desperately with a concerned expression on my pale face.
Her hair was red as Autumn, almost like me, and her clothes were typical, sweatshirt and jeans. Her shoes are similar to mine, Converse. We take a deep breath together. I swivel around her to face her.
I find my reflection staring back at me. Her face was my face. Her eyes were my eyes. Her nose was my nose. Her lips were my lips. She was me.
¨Hello? How is th-¨ I break my sentence as her face starts to disintegrate into the warm air. Pixels branch off her green eyes and evaporate into the fuzzy background. Branches of flesh dislocate from her as she dissolves into the air. My mouth was hanging by its hinges, and is dripping drool one drop at a time. Pixels bloom off her fingertips and her shoulders. My hand hesitantly reaches for her ears, but her pink ears vaporize into the oxygen. She is gone.
I start to walk towards the sink but I freeze and watch in horror as my arm disbands from my shoulder, and dissolves into the cool air. With my eyes as wide as dinner plates, I watch my other arm disintegrate into vapor. I feel my body turn into a blob of air continuing with my legs and then my torso. Finally, my hair fades into an invisible blob, sending cool air rushing towards my sweaty face. My eyes go numb, and turn my sight into a ball of pitch black. I scream at the top of my lungs, but no sound comes out. Only 4 words swim through my thoughts; this is the end.
I flutter my feathery, long, lashes open to look at the dirty sink. I twist my neck back and forth, trying to shake off the temporary fuzzy vision. The pale sink sits with a shallow layer of water at the bottom of it’s surface. Drip. The water leaks into the sink. Drip, Drop, splash. My eyes trick me, as a strong figure comes into focus. I look down at my arms only to see that they are tied down to the chair. Wiggling my arms, my eyes focus on a intimidating man.
¨Wh-¨ I try to let out a few words, but my voice is muffled by tape.
¨Honey!¨ My mom’s voice squeaks out a thrashing scream that chills my fingertips.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her pushing through a wall of guards, only to be held back by her arms. I wiggle in the ropes entrapping me, rocking the metal chair below me back and forth.
¨Relax…¨ A snake like voice creeps out from the muscled mans mouth. ¨We only ran a few tests on you. You’ll be fine.¨ He whispers it in an evil tone, making my face go white. Whipping out a black gun, he laughs and points it at my head. He cracks up, and sets the gun on the counter next to him. An evil, wide smile lurks on his face, sending a chill down my spine.
¨You are part of a little experiment for a new program for the new generation, you are part of. You were chosen for this because you hate your family, even though that has changed...sadly. You were supposed to hate them the whole time!¨ He wrinkles his face and sighs. ¨So you failed, and we can’t accept failure. I'm sorry.¨ He points the gun at my forehead, and drills holes into my scared eyes. I feel the gun dig into my pale skin, so I also wrinkle my forehead. I squint my eyes to the side to spot my mom sobbing and turning away from me. Salt water tears stain my face, and blur my eyes. Then it hits me. This can be the end. I’m not done, I didn’t say sorry to my family, I didn’t graduate, I didn’t find true love, I’ll never have kids. I struggle and wiggle off the tape in front of my tired mouth. A muffled shriek escapes me and boomerangs through the room. I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. Bang.