Fire And Outcasts By ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In The Not Too Distant Future "HELP ME!" Sirens blared louder and louder as they approached me. Behind me were two fairly small cars that had the words "POLICE" on the roof of them, and was driven by two men, who had deprived looks on their faces. Both had a cigarette in their mouth, puffing fumes of black, cancer causing smoke. As the police cars sped, I ran into the dark alley, where I had learned to climb. I climbed the solid brick walls, lightly colored red and brown, and made my way to the top, where I took off again. Running, I got woozy, for it was two in the morning, and I was desperate for even a little nap. It was hard to see, but I had to keep away from those creeps chasing after me. I saw nothing, so I closed my eyes and hoped for the best, then I fell and my leg hit a nail on the ground, where I was pierced and blood started dripping out of me. "Ah sh*t! My leg!" It hurt, a lot, for a lot more blood came out of my body, and it was even harder to see with my eyes open, I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. I fell, and blacked out. Yet not too far behind, I could barely hear some yelling, and a siren. "Get back here you little twerp!" "Give us back the money!" Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I took about a thousand dollars and stuffed the hundreds down my pants and shirt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter One, Me "Hi. I doubt you really know me or want to know me, but too bad. I have time to waste and I'm not gonna sit looking at my hands. Lemmie tell you a little bit about myself. "My name is Samantha Stanton, but my friends call me Sam because they're too lazy to say Samantha. Lazy bums, that’s why I left them. I live, or used to live in the city of Greenston, where the scenery is pretty nice. The city is split in two, one for the "happy" people, called Happyland. I never knew why they were called happy, they seem pretty weird to me. Always holding hands, touching each other, skipping to my Lou, hugging, and had a Gay-mart at the border of the two halves of the town. They all seem pretty gay to me, and not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not legal in the place where I live. Anyways, the other half is called West Greenston, even though it's on the southeastern side of Greenston. I guess the founder of West Greenston had a broken compass or something. And yes, if you were paying attention, you would know that I did flee from that ill-forsaken place, and had doomed them. "Yes, I, the 14 year old Samantha Stanton, barely capable of accomplishing anything, has destroyed Greenston, the split state. And do you know how? Let me show you in this video." "As you can see, I'm in there, next to the president. Now, look as I slowly stretch my foot out and kick him in the backside. He proclaimed the town I lived in demolished, and burned it down. I also took a couple of sticks and threw them in the fire, where the citizens were scorched, and killed. And guess which house I helped burn, my family's houses." The cricket I was talking to chirped. "Do you care at all?" It continued chirping for the rest of the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Two, The dying days Okay, I think I’m sane now, no more talking to crickets. Phew! Anyway, about that day, the darkest night of Greenston history. Or, most well lit. If you were eavesdropping on my conversation with the cricket, you'd know that it burned down. And I helped. Let's see, after I kicked the president's butt, I sped home on the nearest tow truck, pretending I had a broken car. What?! Nobody else would take me!! Anyways, I drove off, with some depressed emo immigrant. He kept complaining about his life. "Oh I have ten kids, always they are so loud. My wife, she is huge, and always yell at me. Say I always have to work, from six to twelve, 18 hours. And meet these people, uh, what you say, uh a-holes. Always complaining, always." "So why don't you stop working?" "My wife, I scared of her, always. She what you say, uhh, fat. And I have 10 kids. One girl and 9 boys. The girl, she huge like the wife, she always yell at me. And the boys, they are monkeys. Always yelling candy, always. If I don't come home with a Twix in my hand, snickers in my pocket, and a three musketeers bar on my head, they beat me with stick. They what you say, uh freaks." Yeah, that for 4 hours, that was murder, my single most hated day. The day I almost committed suicide. *sigh* I guess it can't be helped, maybe he was bragging about his good life, I mean, I kicked the president! That's like the death penalty. Oh well, as I moved on, I took another ride on the top of a train, lost my hat, and had the life blown out of me. I should have gotten off, but I fell asleep. And woke up to see my town being burned to cinders, by people with jackets with "burn" on the back. I didn't care who it was, so I joined in with the murder, and ran away after that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3 Aloen Burned to the ground, the city expelled fumes and smoke across the valley and over the neighboring city, Albreaboro, city of the dead. As I looked at the area. I could see small bits of white, either glass, Styrofoam, paper, or human bones. As deaths come along, it is a sad time for people, from the city, relatives, or for Peta2, the animal lovers. I said Peta2 because we are animals, working to live our lives, killing animals for food, and being slobs and wh*res. Animals who love money and despise others. That’s what we have turned into. I walked around aimlessly, looking for a place to live in, eat at, or sleep in. It was horrible, for no signs of life showed their face to me. Nothing in the world could help me. I was alone. Or was I? I walked around for a couple of days, until I saw a couple odd cats ganging up on one. I ran into the fight, took out the one being hurt, and ran. I looked at it for a while. It was a small snowy white kitten, with a light-blue collar. On it, it said Aloen. "Aloen is your name?" The cat meowed. "Do you want to be my pet?" The cat meowed again, and looked excited for a bit. "Great. Let's go Aloen." And we set off on out our long trip, to nowhere. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Side story 1, Pt. 1 Jake. Jake was at home, looking at the news. "ATTENTION! A little girl went over to the white house and has kicked the president's butt. All over the world, people talk. (all over the world) 'Yay! We love that girl! Go Iraq! Boo America!' 'NO! We need the president. Then we can have ransom money from the government.' 'Yay! Korean power! Next, we bomb the Americans!' "This is Tam Brokaw, with this report." Jake stared at the television. "Wow, she's brave, I would've died just standing in front of that man." "Jake!" That was his mom. "Dinner!" "Coming mom!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Four, The report Aloen and I got along pretty well as friends. She learned to behave around me most of the time. But at night, she'd go outside and go hunting for things. I never checked up on her, she always seemed to find her own way home. Every night, we looked around for a place to sleep for the night. She ate anything she could find, along with any food I had stolen from various people. Along with going and finding homes or alleys to stay in, we also stayed on the look out for anybody who might turn us in to the president if we were found. I was scared the man would spank me. There posters everywhere with my face over them. I couldn't read too well, so I asked a nice man what it said, along with all the other posters on the wall, so he wouldn't suspect anything. I would just be a kid who couldn't read. "This here says that a Samantha Stanton is on the loose." The man stated, "She has done a terrible deed and shall be punished. Two million dollars for the one who captures her and brings her to the...president?!?!!? What did this girl do?" "I don't know sir," I said, hoping he wouldn't notice I was the girl, "I was asking you." "Well, this is a mystery..." He said cluelessly. "Well, we can find out on the news right little...girl..." I was already gone. I guess I was dirty because my own relatives didn't even recognize me. The saw me on the street and said "Hi, what's your name missy?" I just ran away from them. I had to make up a name as well, to say to people that asked me. But I didn't have any thoughts. "MARY LUE HAS RUN AWAY AGAIN!!" yelled an old woman. I looked up. Mary Loo, that would be good enough for me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Side story 1, Pt 2 Jake. “Why is it so boring at home? Why can’t we do something!!!” Jake had been home, watching the news to see about the insane girl that kicked the president. “Insane, I would have never thought that somebody was crazy enough to even consider doing that to anybody!” Then came the drastic news. “It has come to our knowledge that the young girl’s name is…BLAUGH!” The television screen…it faded. Then came the president. “This information is confidential, and shall remain unspoken of. Anybody who peruses this information finds it reveals it, or any of the matter shall be punished. Any minor under the age of 18 shall go to juvenile court for questioning. Any adult shall be sent to jail without further notice. This news reporter, Tam Brokaw, is under arrest for the breaking of the rules. Had he read the notice first, he would know his sin.” The screen once again flashed, it was the color-coded error. It must have been a bad transmission or something. The news is never wrong…but…the security of this stuff…it fears me…like it’s all a little game…
