{"id":817,"date":"2016-04-08T16:55:02","date_gmt":"2016-04-08T16:55:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=817"},"modified":"2016-04-08T16:55:02","modified_gmt":"2016-04-08T16:55:02","slug":"timeless-chapter-8-by-shrita-vemuri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/timeless-chapter-8-by-shrita-vemuri\/","title":{"rendered":"Timeless Chapter 8 by Shrita Vemuri"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I think of the times where I was little and I had a crush. His name was Charles. William Forrest Charles. He went to my middle school at Rivendell. He was a tall, skinny boy with a dimple on his left cheek. His strawberry blonde hair was formed in a buzz cut. He was the most caring, gentle, and sweet boy in the entire school.
\n***
\nLinc. He\u2019s all I can think of lately. I can\u2019t believe when Camilla was being taken away by the Grongula he was the guard I pushed. Out of all of the people I could\u2019ve pushed why did it have to be him. The thing is. The guard I pushed didn\u2019t look like him. So how did he know about that moment? Did he disguise himself and really was the guard or did he just plant another freaking camera. I sigh.
\nDefinitely a camera.
\n***
\nI examine myself in my mirror. I am wearing a blue lilac dress and Linc is besides me. We are not in my cell though. We are at my home. My Father is besides me as well and my Mom is crying. I wonder what\u2019s going on.
\n\u201cI do.\u201d Linc says.
\nThis was our wedding. What it was supposed to be.
\nMy Father turns my way.
\n\u201cDo you or do you not Bree wish to marry this soul?\u201d I stand there still as people throw bouquets of white, blue, and red flowers. America.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d I hear myself say. The flower throwing stops. They dissolve like ashes. Linc takes out his gun and points it at my Father. He falls. Next my Mom. She falls.
\n\u201cStop!\u201d I say. \u201cCan\u2019t you see that this won\u2019t make a difference!\u201d
\n\u201cYou should\u2019ve thought about that before you said no.\u201d he aims at my siblings. They are gone. Then himself as he smirks.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll let you suffer with the loss alone.\u201d
\nBANG!
\n***
\nI hear only my breath. My body is ragged. It was all a dream. Linc would never do something like that. Would he?
\n***
\nIt\u2019s 9:00. At least it feels like it. I am laying down on my cell bed, restless. Three guards pace outside the bars yet none of them is Linc. I sigh. I should get over him by now. I toss and turn in my bed. Maybe I was just uncomfortable. After all the slicked covers inside the pale white cell made me shiver. The mattress was nothing like my mattress at home. Fat and paddy, made of memory foam. I yawn. Goodnight Mom, Father, Johnny, and Camilla.
\n***
\nI feel as though all I do these days is sleep. Then wake up and eat. Then sleep. Then wake again and eat. Then sleep. Then eat. Then sleep. So basically all I do is sleep and eat. Maybe 64.9% sleeping and 35.1% eating. It\u2019s my fifth month in this prison cell, rotting like my Dad\u2019s stinky old quesadillas that he always made during Thanksgiving week. Our main goal during that week was to make the best reason to confront our Dad with and say why we are not eating his moldy quesadillas and can you really blame us for hating them? I mean the cheese was all gooey and stringy like and the tomatoes were singed brown. I just want to throw up at the thought of those things going into my mouth. One week Johnny didn\u2019t take his so called homework seriously. He ended up having to eat two of Dad\u2019s quesadillas. He ended up missing school for a week because of this weird mold that was growing inside his stomach. Trust me it was disturbing. I\u2019m the one that saw the x-ray.
\n***
\nMy life is meaningless and timeless. I\u2019ve been thinking about dying. I mean without me the people of the future wouldn\u2019t have a wicked solution to wipe out the people of the past like me for eternity. I mean why would they want to do this. After all wouldn\u2019t they be people of the past as time went on? Wouldn\u2019t their children kill them as well? How is this the path to a better life? How does this help anything? What is on their mind anyway?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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