"I-I-"
He was right. What was there left to do? There was no time. I knew they'd be here any minute now...
After wasting a couple moments just staring into the distance, lost in hopeless thought and silent panic, Dr. Grant interrupted-
"Now, what did you see, Cassandra?"
Immediately, my heart began racing uncontrollably fast. My shrill, desperate shrieks of terror rang through out the room; I thrashed my legs out as far as I could, throwing my fists in the air violently, like a trapped animal.
"Cassandra!"
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"Cassandra! Cassandra!"
"NO! NO! They're coming, they are coming!"
Already I could hear the planes soaring ahead over the hospital, above a sleepy little unexpectant town. With adrenaline overflowing my veins, I kicked free of the nurses' choke hold grip and raced for the door.
"Cassandra-"
"Mother!" M-Mother," I coughed. The air was so thick and smokey I might as well have been swimming through it.
"Mooother," I called, choking on my words. "D-Dad-dy!"
Behind my bedroom door I could hear a faint call echoing.
"Cassandra..." I could feel my heart shattering like broken glass when I realized it was my sister's voice fading away out there.
"Kandra!" I pounded on the door, shouting through violent fits of uncontrollable coughing and gagging. Through the blinding, eye watering smoke i couldn't find the door knob; I was forced to close my eyes, it burned so fiercely.
"Mother... Kandra... Daddy..."
"There, there Cassandra," Dr. Grant comforted. He sat on his knees beside the crying girl, who was crouched into a little ball, squeezing her knees to her chest and bawling her eyes out. Slowly she rested her head on his shoulder and let him stroke her hair, like and old dog. While she soaked his shoulder with her warm salty tears, she moaned sorrowfully, "I told you they'd come. I told you... Now look at what they've done."
"It'll be alright, Cassandra." He hugged her even closer.
The old man was pretty close to crying him self; this was his patient's third panic attack since the catastrophe she'd been rescued from almost a month ago.
"Horrible tragedy," he'd explained to the press only a few weeks before. "Of course we expect this to be difficult; what a traumatizing experience for an eight year old! But I'm sure she'll show signs of improvement soon enough."
"Daddy," Cassandra whispered. "Help me, Daddy... Where are you, Mother?... and Kandra..."
"We're trying our hardest, dear," the weary doctor responded.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Yeah, I know it's not finished, sorry:D
The door swings open, door knob banging into the wall behind it. Nurses flood in, wearing every facial expression from annoyed to alarmed, and running in behind the herd is Dr. Grant. They find me in the corner of the hospital room, sprawled across the bed screaming bloody murder. With my fists pounding, my feet kicking, and my head shaking furiously, I try to explain, "They're coming, please, they're coming!" I watch the nurses bind me down to the bed, using my wrists and ankles; no one seems to be heeding my obvious warning.
"I'm saying this as loud as I can!" I shriek hysterically.
Dr. Grant kneels beside the head side of the bed, offering a small, reassuring smile. I allow him to comb his long, bony fingers through my hair. It's oily and unkempt, like a mistreated animal's. By now I've stopped squirming, but tears still stream from my eyes like a water fall as I moan heavily, "They're coming, why can't you hear me, why won't you listen... please, Doctor..."
Patting my shoulder, Dr. Grant calmly replies, "It'll be alright, Cassandra. It'll be alright."
"You people don't understand, I've seen it, I'm sure they're on their way now-"
"Shhh, Cassandra... Shhh."
Even in the dead of night, practically the early hours of dawn, with only the light of the hall way peering in from the cracks of the door Dr. Grant's deep blue eyes glittered like the sparkling constellations of a clear midnight sky. I could make out the large and baggy wrinkles underlining his eyes and edging the sides of his smile. His ghostly white head of hair seemed to glow in the dark, like it shone in the bright rays of daylight.
All I could do was nod. In the last couple of days, in this seemingly harmless and cleanly hell, I'd been trying my hardest at convincing them to save themselves.They must have believed I was insane, for no matter how much I begged they would not bother to listen. Just as Dr. Grant was doing now, they'd only smile and nod. I could tell looking into their large, open eyes they felt sorry for me. Yet I still couldn't bring myself to give in.
"Please," I beckoned even further. "Just- please, just consider." I ask it, like a prayer whispering as soft as the whistling winds, looking upward in search of a merciful God.
"What do we need to consider?" he questioned laughingly.
"I'm saying this as loud as I can!" I shriek hysterically.
Dr. Grant kneels beside the head side of the bed, offering a small, reassuring smile. I allow him to comb his long, bony fingers through my hair. It's oily and unkempt, like a mistreated animal's. By now I've stopped squirming, but tears still stream from my eyes like a water fall as I moan heavily, "They're coming, why can't you hear me, why won't you listen... please, Doctor..."
Patting my shoulder, Dr. Grant calmly replies, "It'll be alright, Cassandra. It'll be alright."
"You people don't understand, I've seen it, I'm sure they're on their way now-"
"Shhh, Cassandra... Shhh."
Even in the dead of night, practically the early hours of dawn, with only the light of the hall way peering in from the cracks of the door Dr. Grant's deep blue eyes glittered like the sparkling constellations of a clear midnight sky. I could make out the large and baggy wrinkles underlining his eyes and edging the sides of his smile. His ghostly white head of hair seemed to glow in the dark, like it shone in the bright rays of daylight.
All I could do was nod. In the last couple of days, in this seemingly harmless and cleanly hell, I'd been trying my hardest at convincing them to save themselves.They must have believed I was insane, for no matter how much I begged they would not bother to listen. Just as Dr. Grant was doing now, they'd only smile and nod. I could tell looking into their large, open eyes they felt sorry for me. Yet I still couldn't bring myself to give in.
"Please," I beckoned even further. "Just- please, just consider." I ask it, like a prayer whispering as soft as the whistling winds, looking upward in search of a merciful God.
"What do we need to consider?" he questioned laughingly.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
One step for burger king, one ginormous leap for fastfood revolution.
Ladies and gentlemen, this morning i have looked RIDICULOUS straight in the eyes and asked him, "What in the world?!"
I have been informed that Burger King is retiring The King, the heart and soul of their unsanitary business. Now I for one am not a fan of Burger King, actually. This statement goes way back to when at age seven i was absolutely traumatized for life by a video on youtube of an employee bathing in the sink with the dishes used to prepare their food. I learned that day there are some really, REALLY sick people out there.
Yet still I'm horrified they're actually willing to do this. I mean, what are they going to call themselves? Burger? Are they getting rid of The King or just the mascot thing all together? So many questions!!
According to yahoo news, and i quote-
"The move is an effort by the struggling fast food chain to boost slumping sales by focusing its mark on the freshness of its food rather than the funny factor of its ads. Its rolling out a new campaign on Saturday sans The King to tout its fresh and new products like it's California Whopper, which has guacamole."
So, basically all there saying is they're kicking out The King only to bring in more healthier options. What is our country coming too? America is known for it's fattening fast food companies and the creepy mascots that support them! Don't get me wrong- I'm a teenage girl, I'd much rather have an Asian salad at Mcdonalds than one of their calorie-crammed angus beef burgers! Healthy is ok, but if they destroy everything grease loaded on their menus then its not fast food anymore and BAM there goes America!
"We won't be seeing The King for a while now," says Burger King spokesperson BJ Monzon.
All I have left to say is Ronald Mcdonald- you're next.
I have been informed that Burger King is retiring The King, the heart and soul of their unsanitary business. Now I for one am not a fan of Burger King, actually. This statement goes way back to when at age seven i was absolutely traumatized for life by a video on youtube of an employee bathing in the sink with the dishes used to prepare their food. I learned that day there are some really, REALLY sick people out there.
Yet still I'm horrified they're actually willing to do this. I mean, what are they going to call themselves? Burger? Are they getting rid of The King or just the mascot thing all together? So many questions!!
According to yahoo news, and i quote-
"The move is an effort by the struggling fast food chain to boost slumping sales by focusing its mark on the freshness of its food rather than the funny factor of its ads. Its rolling out a new campaign on Saturday sans The King to tout its fresh and new products like it's California Whopper, which has guacamole."
So, basically all there saying is they're kicking out The King only to bring in more healthier options. What is our country coming too? America is known for it's fattening fast food companies and the creepy mascots that support them! Don't get me wrong- I'm a teenage girl, I'd much rather have an Asian salad at Mcdonalds than one of their calorie-crammed angus beef burgers! Healthy is ok, but if they destroy everything grease loaded on their menus then its not fast food anymore and BAM there goes America!
"We won't be seeing The King for a while now," says Burger King spokesperson BJ Monzon.
All I have left to say is Ronald Mcdonald- you're next.
Monday, August 29, 2011
possible introduction\lead
Fear turned my shaking hands cold, while a chilly wave of excitement raised the goose bumps on my arms and legs. A fine layer of sweat glistened on my forehead- next to me I could see it dripping from the sides of Myrna’s face. Repeatedly my stomach would flip, giving the nervous butterflies in my stomach more commotion. No matter how many deep breaths I tried to take, I couldn’t shake the almost sickening thrill roaring in my head. I felt as if the four of us were trapped at the top of hell’s rollercoaster, forced to sit, looking down, and wait, with nothing to hold onto but each other.
For a moment, all we could hear was the lulling melody of the night; a couple of crickets chirping in the grass below our feet with the wind whistling through the wide cracks scratched into the sidewalk only a couple feet away. Then, like a shrill fire alarm in the middle of an unsuspecting math class we heard the cackle of Jason’s walkie-talkie.
“Oh my Go-”
“Shhhhhh!” Cam hissed, gently hitting Myrna on the shoulder.
“H-hello?” Jason stuttered uncertainly. We surrounded him eagerly, dead silent. With every millisecond we waited for an answer, the adrenaline rushing in our veins grew heavier, our hands shook even harder and night grew even colder.
“Jason?”
“Kim!” Jason exclaimed only a little too loudly. Everyone let out an exhausted sigh of relief, yet we still kept our awareness sharp.
“Oh my God, guys, I’m almost done in here- I just wanted to check and make sure everyone was still good.”
“We’re ok,” Myrna answered. “Just hurry up and get out of there, we’re all getting seriously freaked out!”
“Yeah,” Cam added. “Tomorrow’s school, and we’ve got band in the morning.”
“Uh-huh,” Kim said, probably rolling her eyes. “See ya, guys.”
And with that, the cackling on the other end of Jason’s walkie-talkie stopped and we were left in silence again. Simultaneously we all turned our heads to the town hall building only a couple of yards from where we stood, eyes burning into the exit. “Do you think she’ll come out of the front or the back way,” I started to question, but as always I was too quiet to be heard. Nodding to myself, I resumed the same position as everyone else and awaited Kim’s return.
“She’s not gonna make it,” Cam began. He was panting as if he were some dehydrated dog, worry gleaming in his large hazel eyes,. “We’re gonna get caught, we’re gonna get caught, we are so gonna get caught…”
“Get a hold of yourself man,” Myrna commanded in a harsh tone. “That’s not how we roll!” I couldn’t help it- they were being so ridiculous I just had to let out a chuckle, in the least. Jason joined me, and soon enough we were all laughing hysterically, only to hide the worried screams echoing loudly in our heads.
“Thank God,” I said as Kim sprinted from the front entrance of the town hall. “Kim!” I ran to meet her half way, arms extended with everyone else trailing behind me. Kim held up the files, grinning like a maniac. Up close I observed it to be a large manilla portfolio with thick stacks of stapled paperwork sandwiched in between. It was labeled on the front with a bright red stamp reading Chippeawa Falls Town hall. It appeared to be official; confidential.
High fives were exchanged, and hugs too, but all the noise was cut off abruptly with the loud honk of a car horn. We all froze in place, mouths clamped shut to choke back frightened shrieks of terror.
“Let’s go, guys, gas ain’t cheap!” With another honk of Trist’s car horn we all hurriedly crowded into the old and rusting 1970s Chevrolet pickup truck. No words were exchanged as he sped us off and away down the empty streets of down town Chippewa, street lights blurring past us with loose gravel flying beneath us.
For a moment, all we could hear was the lulling melody of the night; a couple of crickets chirping in the grass below our feet with the wind whistling through the wide cracks scratched into the sidewalk only a couple feet away. Then, like a shrill fire alarm in the middle of an unsuspecting math class we heard the cackle of Jason’s walkie-talkie.
“Oh my Go-”
“Shhhhhh!” Cam hissed, gently hitting Myrna on the shoulder.
“H-hello?” Jason stuttered uncertainly. We surrounded him eagerly, dead silent. With every millisecond we waited for an answer, the adrenaline rushing in our veins grew heavier, our hands shook even harder and night grew even colder.
“Jason?”
“Kim!” Jason exclaimed only a little too loudly. Everyone let out an exhausted sigh of relief, yet we still kept our awareness sharp.
“Oh my God, guys, I’m almost done in here- I just wanted to check and make sure everyone was still good.”
“We’re ok,” Myrna answered. “Just hurry up and get out of there, we’re all getting seriously freaked out!”
“Yeah,” Cam added. “Tomorrow’s school, and we’ve got band in the morning.”
“Uh-huh,” Kim said, probably rolling her eyes. “See ya, guys.”
And with that, the cackling on the other end of Jason’s walkie-talkie stopped and we were left in silence again. Simultaneously we all turned our heads to the town hall building only a couple of yards from where we stood, eyes burning into the exit. “Do you think she’ll come out of the front or the back way,” I started to question, but as always I was too quiet to be heard. Nodding to myself, I resumed the same position as everyone else and awaited Kim’s return.
“She’s not gonna make it,” Cam began. He was panting as if he were some dehydrated dog, worry gleaming in his large hazel eyes,. “We’re gonna get caught, we’re gonna get caught, we are so gonna get caught…”
“Get a hold of yourself man,” Myrna commanded in a harsh tone. “That’s not how we roll!” I couldn’t help it- they were being so ridiculous I just had to let out a chuckle, in the least. Jason joined me, and soon enough we were all laughing hysterically, only to hide the worried screams echoing loudly in our heads.
“Thank God,” I said as Kim sprinted from the front entrance of the town hall. “Kim!” I ran to meet her half way, arms extended with everyone else trailing behind me. Kim held up the files, grinning like a maniac. Up close I observed it to be a large manilla portfolio with thick stacks of stapled paperwork sandwiched in between. It was labeled on the front with a bright red stamp reading Chippeawa Falls Town hall. It appeared to be official; confidential.
High fives were exchanged, and hugs too, but all the noise was cut off abruptly with the loud honk of a car horn. We all froze in place, mouths clamped shut to choke back frightened shrieks of terror.
“Let’s go, guys, gas ain’t cheap!” With another honk of Trist’s car horn we all hurriedly crowded into the old and rusting 1970s Chevrolet pickup truck. No words were exchanged as he sped us off and away down the empty streets of down town Chippewa, street lights blurring past us with loose gravel flying beneath us.
Friday, August 26, 2011
list numero uno- some awesome things (or atleast in my opinion)
1.) swirly straws
2.)hardcore- rockout guitar solos (jimi hendrix, I salute you!)
3.) jelly beans- When earth blows up into millions of itty-bitty smithereens and our only chance of survival leads us to be crammed into an even itty-bittier rocket ship, we'll use jelly beans instead of real food because they take up less space and contain less calories.
4.)fortune cookies!
5.) hughmongous earrings- i'll take almost everything, from miniature dice to the lifesize thing, from jingle bells to hoops, feathers to diamonds, and so on.
6.)salted peanuts- you know, the ones you find at baseball games and fairs and stuff. How they get the salt inside the shell is what i find MINDBOGGLING.
7.) artsy guitar picks
8.)watching stuff blow up in the microwave! (try salsa, grapes, or peeps. Very entertaining.)
9.) Photoshop! gluing your sister's head to your dog's body never gets old, trust me on this one ;)
10.)those candles you put on birthday cakes that no matter how many times you blow they keep lighting back up- that is my honest-to-goodness definition of persistence.
2.)hardcore- rockout guitar solos (jimi hendrix, I salute you!)
3.) jelly beans- When earth blows up into millions of itty-bitty smithereens and our only chance of survival leads us to be crammed into an even itty-bittier rocket ship, we'll use jelly beans instead of real food because they take up less space and contain less calories.
4.)fortune cookies!
5.) hughmongous earrings- i'll take almost everything, from miniature dice to the lifesize thing, from jingle bells to hoops, feathers to diamonds, and so on.
6.)salted peanuts- you know, the ones you find at baseball games and fairs and stuff. How they get the salt inside the shell is what i find MINDBOGGLING.
7.) artsy guitar picks
8.)watching stuff blow up in the microwave! (try salsa, grapes, or peeps. Very entertaining.)
9.) Photoshop! gluing your sister's head to your dog's body never gets old, trust me on this one ;)
10.)those candles you put on birthday cakes that no matter how many times you blow they keep lighting back up- that is my honest-to-goodness definition of persistence.
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