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Posted December 30, 2012
((Trying dis crap out. Mkay. Here I go.))
Every morning when I wake up, ever since the quake, all I hear for the first ten minutes of awakening is pure static. And only I can her it. No one else. Then, when I met JT, things changed. JT heard it too. His father thought he might be crazy, and his grandmother was too old to have any influence on Jt's dad.
"I felt so alone." He had told me, when we sat in what was left of the village.
"Me too." Was all I had in reply. Neither of us spoke to anyone else for the rest of the week.
"Max," He had asked one day while we were practicing with our bows." Whadda you think we're hearing?"
I had no answer, for static had clogged my ears, and I crumpled to the ground, for horrid images began to flash through my mind. I screamed, which made a few people look out of their cracked and broken windows.
JT watched, then kneeled at my side. I looked at him, and by the look on his face, I looked like a wreck. Then, I grabbed my coat, bow and arrows and ran. When I reached the forest the static had ceased, and I brought my hand to my forehead.
There was blood.
((I get bored, kay? DON'T HATE MEH!!!!!!!!!!! I wuv chu peeps and I absolutely ADORE to get comments and constructive critisism.
Note:I HAVE NO SENSE ON WHERE TO PUT PARAGRAPHS, SO I PUT THEM WHERE I FEEL THEY NEED TO BE.))
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