Three days passed.
The air was warm and the sun was bright, just like it had been when the
Cell Games took place. It was almost as
if that was the day of the games, it being so similar in atmosphere.
However, to one
girl, the day the Cell Games took place would never come close to any other day
for the rest of her life. She spent the
first day after mourning the death of someone dear, and the next two days
trying out for a part as an extra in a famous theatre play that was coming to
her town.
Alora decided
that after three days, it was time to return to school. She put on her favorite baby blue top and
khakis, along with her fairly new, yet already worn, pair of sneakers. She took the same route to school she took
every day, and saw the same people.
However, when
she walked into school, four familiar faces watched her walk in. They giggled to each other as she
approached. Obviously, having a second
chance at life didn’t teach them anything.
It seemed that they weren’t very grateful that there were such miracles
as resurrection.
“Same old
shirt, Alora?” Contessa snickered as the blonde walked by.
“We thought
that since you’re making so much money now with your new job that you’d be good
to yourself, and us, to buy some new clothes,” Destiny commented sarcastically,
while Jason and Justin laughed to each other.
Alora stopped
and stared at them for a moment. “At
least my life isn’t being wasted standing in the hallway every morning.”
Contessa and
Destiny watched with their mouths open as Alora continued on. However, when she was half way down the
hall, she stopped and turned to them again.
“Oh, and Contessa, you wore that shirt five days ago!”
“Yeah, you
did,” Jason laughed as he realized that Alora was right.
“Shut up!”
Contessa yelled stomping her foot on the ground.
Alora’s social
life was starting to improve. Though
they had to move to a different school, seeing that the old one had been burned
halfway to the ground, she only had a few weeks left before she was out for
good. She started to find her own group
of people that accepted her, knowing that she wasn’t the loser she was made out
to be.
But the best
thing that had happened was whom she had met at the play tryouts. He was friendly, handsome, and seemed very
familiar to her. And what surprised her
most was he had asked her out.
June 17th. A month after the Cell Games had taken
place. Alora found peace and happiness
since then. However, it never would’ve
been possible if it wasn’t for the help of one android that showed her how to
stand up to others, and that no one could make her feel inferior without her
consent.
Alora sat at
her desk, letting an easy summer breeze sneak in through the window. A framed diploma hung directly in front of
her, and a graduation cap hung on a peg off to the side. On her desk were pictures of friends and her
new boyfriend, whom she had been going out with for a month now.
She sat quietly
thinking to herself, trying to block out the sound of the TV in the
background. Her brothers’ favorite show
was on, so she couldn’t tell them to turn it off.
Holding a pen
in her hand and a blank piece of paper laying before her, she thought of what
to write. Finally, the right words
entered her mind, and she began to neatly write them.
May 17
My dearest Cell,
A month has passed since
you left, and so much has happened since then.
I
can’t believe the turn of events that have taken place since the games. My mom got a better job, and guess
what? I got a job as an extra for this
play that came to town. The director
said that I should strongly consider going into an acting carrier. Do you know what kind of life I would lead
if I did do that? I wouldn’t be an
outcast anymore.
It’s kind of funny. It seems that things were supposed to be
like this in the end. I don’t know why,
but before it never would’ve passed my mind that I’d end up like this. I’m sure you’d be jealous of Darren, but
he’s truly a great guy. And somehow,
he’s so much like you. With your
manners, that is. I haven’t figured out
yet if he has any intentions on destroying something more than his notebooks
once his college course is over.
I don’t know if I’ll be
writing to you anytime soon, so I wanted to say at lease this for now: Thank you so much for giving me what you
did. You changed my life forever. And I know you would’ve been proud. Just like I’m proud of what you were able to
learn, though it was against your purpose.
Doing so finally made you complete.
I’ve got to go for
now. Darren is taking me to the
desert. We’re actually going to burn
this letter, as if to send it to you, seeing that we can’t put a stamp on it
and stuff it in a post office box. He’s
pretty good when it comes to me thinking of you, you know. Well, I hear the doorbell. We’ve got to get going so I can come home
and help my mom pack for the move next week.
Wish you were here!
Love
Always,
Alora