Fresh Air

After a heavy amount of villainy, I closed out of the game and lowered my music. I checked the time again.

'8:45'

"Is she not willing to come back, out of all times now?!"My eyes began to water and I started to shake.

My breathing becomes heavy and rapid.

"Calm down", I tried to tell myself.

"Why now, huh?" I said aloud. "Now, of all possible times!"

I tried to listen to my music, but it became more and more hard. The beating of my heart mutes it. I sat back on the bed and tried laying down, but my tears and shaking only increased. My vision blurred and breathing became ragged. Grabbing the pillow and putting it over my head, I tried to force myself to come down.

"Why?, Why!?", I screamed in my head, my hands tightening into fists.

"I just wanted to go on one trip. Just one fucking trip!", my voice yelled in my own skull.

For a moment, my vision becomes clear and I swing a fist into the wall behind the bed. Pain flashed through my hand.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"I continue to punch and punch everything around me,anger, sadness, and adrenaline numbing the pain.

I just wanted to hit and hit and hit and never stop, but the human body can only take so much. My body shut down and I slumped down on the floor. Shaking and a muttering mess, I just wanted to lie there and do nothing.

My music slowly came back into my attention as I lay on the floor. After I allowed myself a good amount of time of pain and self loathing, I slowly got back up and sat on the bed again.

After sitting on the edge for who knows how long, I turned to face my laptop again. Even in my mindless rage I didn't touch my laptop. Damn thing is probably my only friend.

I got back on The Veil. The thread was still going off about the satellite.

"I wonder what will happen when they come down, hopefully something big", I wonder randomly

I looked back at my bookbag.

"No, I'm gonna see Summerdale. I'm gonna see the lake, trees and animals. I'm gonna smell and breathe fresh air", I made my way to the bag and took out the permission slip.

I went out and found a pen next to my notebook.

"probably filled with drug money numbers or whatever", I grabbed it and looked for anything that had my mom's signature on it.

After looking around sometime I found some checks that she was gonna use for something. I checked and placed it next to the slip and did my best to forge her signature.

"Not the best, but this is the first time i'm doing this so", I made a mental note to practice forgery for future uses.

After finishing my great first crime. I shoved the slip back into my bag and went back to bed.

"I'll make a note", I told myself, even though I probably forget.

I could make another The Veil thread, but after going on a rollercoaster of adrenaline, I was too tired to defend extraterrestrials. I got under the covers and made my way to sleep easily, considering what day this was.

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Clayton was tuning his guitar when Zima hit him up

"Yo,C here", he said

"C, we've been together for a year now, I know who I'm calling" she replied, already getting tired of her man's antics.

"Z, what if someone steals my phone. You could be talking to a complete stranger and we wouldn't know" Clayton said, being 99% serious.

"Lord help this boy" Zima said, mock praying

"Z, we 17 years old" Clayton said, flopping on his bed

"Yet, you still act like you. Not saying that bad!" Zima quickly added

"Z, its ok, i'm not being serious" Clayton struggled out between laughing

Zima made a angry sigh in the phone

"Sorry, sorry" Clayton said, getting himself to stop laughing at this girlfriend plight

"Please, i'm still worried that we must something" She said

"Lord help this girl" Clayton said, looking up at his ceiling

"And you wonder why my dad don't like you" ZIma said

"Just let me talk to him, he'll open up to me and i'll be like his son" Clayton respond, getting up from his bed and setting his guitar on the wall

"So, I will be dating my brother?", Zima said deadpanned

"Stepbro", Clayton shot back quickly

"Your making it worse stop" Zima said, silently begging

"Ok, im sorry" Clayton said, flustered

"Your second girlfriend is coming too?" Zima asked

"Wha-, ohhh. You mean Scarlet? I don't think of her as a girlfriend. I think of her as a great friend that will guide me to greatness" Clayton spoke matter of factly.

"Again, you wonder why my dad doesn't like you?" Zima asked again, shocked that her man doesn't get it

"Don't worry, well open up to each other and he treat me like a man fitting for his daughter, not a family member" Clayton said, making sure not to repeat his mistake

"Love you, Clayton and tell Scarlet I love her too. Also, tell her that you're my man, ok. Bye" Zima said before hanging up

"I know she's a guitar player, but she really guided me to stardom. i'll be up there with Nirvana, LInkin Park, Notorious B.I.G., and Jimi Hendrix", he wanted to tell Zima before she hang up

"I'll be rich enough, i'll give her the biggest of jewels and most tastes of alcohol", Thought Clayton. He was gonna say that to her one day, of course the alcohol part was not in front of her parents.

He set his eyes on Scarlet again, grabbing her and putting her in her case. He looked at all he packed for the trip.

"Good enough", He thought

He slump on his bed, already thinking of all the dumb things he was going to do on the trip.

"Nothing can go wro-, you know what, i'm not gonna say that", He thought as he drifted to sleep

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"God damn machine" The old man thought as he begin pound on the old tv

"Where are you doing?" says a cold, cryptic voice from behind him.

"Nothing, my dear friend. It's just technology these days that eluded me. Good things you don't age", said the old man

"We not biological", said the cryptic voice

"Yeah, I know. I knew for 22 years" The old man spat out

"OK OK OK OK OK", The voice said repeatedly

"Lord, can whatever make you fix this?" The old man said. Getting frustrated

"In due In due time", The voice replied

The old man turned away from his mechanic friend and attended to more personal matters. He took out the phone one of his followers gave him and succeeded in opening the calendar.

"A meeting with the group, passing out flyers, and spreading posters. Aslo got to make sure the website is safe against these damn degenerates", the old man thought

"The Gathering is slowly, but surely getting bigger", The old man thought in glee

He felt his gift flow out of him. A calming and relaxing effect to hold on his old mind and body. Giving him new ideas and ways to continue the good fight, for this country, for his people.

"Hey", The old man said, turning to his friend. "When will our friend in the sky do something?", He asked

"Tomorrow, Jonathan", It said

Fear instantly creeped in the old man. He didn't know what scares him most. The fact that it didn't stutter, its promise that something was happening tomorrow, or that it said his name. Something it didn't do for 5 years.