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It was hot, I frowned, wiped my eyes and sat up. I found myself swiftly and angrily putting my guitar back, but at the same time being gentle with it, like a poor man might handle thousands and thousands of gold bars. Because that's what it was to me. I eyed my sleeping pills again, but instead I turned sharp on my heel and walked into my bedroom. I packed a bag with my essentials in case I ended up sleeping at the station, I gently put my contact case in, my glasses and more recklessly my anxiety pills.
I was the happiest man in the world. Red Chief was still missing and I have not any painful migraines ever since . I was so happy I even went out for dinner and got my favorite meal. After dinner, I thought I might as well have a late night drink and then off to bed. After I drank a little sweet whiskey I started to feel a little headache, but that's ok because there is no Red Chief and that means no migraines.
I was taking a midnight stroll enjoying the absence of red chief. In addition, at night the old town looked peaceful, especially with reed chier gone. I was as happy as a cat with a can of tuna. As i turned down the road where red chief used to live, I saw the worst thing i could possibly imagine, red chief himself on the porch to his father’s house. His father was standing at the open door with two men standing in front of him.
The book of Genesis is called Bereshit in the Hebrew, after the word Bible, signifying before all else. It recalls the start of the world and formation of individuals and of those acclaimed as the predecessors of the Hebrew individuals, while under the molding activity and motivation behind God. The book falls into two fundamental parts; managing the antiquated history and managing the patriarchal accounts; the last segment is again detachable into the tale of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and the tale of Joseph. The Bible starts with the creation of the universe.
Routine A disturbance in a Tuesday morning routine was a change of a lifetime: my brief car-ride nap was interrupted by a crash, then, the jarring of the ambulance. It was an unexpected awakening. Sixth grade social studies and spelling tests had to be put aside, as the rest of my day would be filled with the beeps of machines and chatter of scrub-clad trauma nurses. Suddenly, my mind was back in my body - and my first conscious words were my complaints of the uncomfortable neck brace, followed by my request to remove it.
Running through the infected ship, I was crushing every enemy in my way. If I stopped running, then I would become one of them. I am a green super-soldier by the name of John-117 aka the Master Chief. Sometimes, when I wasn’t the Master Chief, I was the Arbiter. I was an alien that was betrayed by his alliance working alongside the Master Chief.
That night was just like any other. I went out to the barn like usual with my friends. There was a new horse we were trying to train, his name was Chief. It was a nice night, cool but not cold. Brenda, the owner of the barn, asked if I wanted to ride him.
The second she turned on the radio, I knew the silent treatment would follow. I unbuckled my seatbelt and positioned my back against the side window. It seemed impossible to get comfortable, especially with the growing heat on my back. I propped my feet up against the pet carrier, interrupting my cat’s sleep. Kicking at my guitar and blank canvases, I made just enough room for my feet.
Before I went out, I grabbed the best looking apple, out of those I picked two weeks before. Sitting in the chair I pulled out, I took the first bite of the apple and the crunch was the loudest thing in the empty night . The apple had a sweet flavor, with just the right amount of tartness to make me want to come come back for another bite . As I ate my apple, I slowly rocked back and forth in my chair, that seemed to go along with it because of the uneven ground, this helped me deal with the weather that seemed to bite my bare feet {1}. During this thirty-five minutes of time I set aside for myself, I thought nothing of what is to come nor what has happened [2].
Without my consent, tears obscure my vision and release as they become heavy, dripping down my face to soak into my hair. I let my arm fall to the side of the sofa, allowing my phone to slip from my hand, and hit the floor with a gentle thud. With the sleeve of my pyjama top, I dry my eyes and tuck my arms into my sleeves, to rub the soft fabric against my lips, something I used to do as a child when I felt particularly anxious or
“Elliot!” My mom’s voice rang throughout the house as it does every morning. I awake from my deep dreams and literally fall out of bed. I throw on my ragged jeans I wore yesterday and a bright orange t-shirt with the word Senior on the front. I take a quick look in the mirror like I do everyday and am once again disappointed by my skinny non-muscular body.
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I zip up my last bag and place it in the corner of my room then head over to my desk double checking that everything is packed. After I am sure that my bag is ready I fell flat onto my bed and close my eyes, I was so tired. The house had gone silent except for the faint sound of the T.V coming from my parents bedroom before it was interrupted by the chime of the door bell. My mother opened the door and her stressed face turned into a bright smile as she hugged her close friend who had come to see us off. “Today is the day” I thought to myself.
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