Reunion Chapter 1

All I know is my name and her. She has been with me forever. But how long was forever. Ever since I woke up, she was there.
Outside is hell. Flame and darkness consumes everything. Death rots in the air. And the girl. She always walks down the street. She is quiet. She is beautiful. Just like the girl I have lived with ever since my awakening. But that girl is more than that. But how I cannot say. I don't know her, but she is familiar. Once, she was in my dreams. She looked at me and spoke. It was the only time I ever saw her mouth open. She only said, " Time to return. Remember."
But I don't. Not ever.

Two years later
  The girl is walking down the street again. The darkness and the death do not follow, nor do they appear to be there. She walks closer to me. Closer. Closer. I can see the color of her eyes. A deep violet. Staring into them fills me with a deep emptiness. Closer. Closer. She has aged. And she resembles me now, except for the eyes. Her lips draw closer to mine. I lean in closer, but I don't feel like myself, like someone is forcing me to. I lean closer then I snap back and scream. The girl shakes her head and speaks again.
"I told you to return. To remember. You don't listen very well."
She grabs me. I try jumping back, but my fear root me to the ground. "Let me go! What do you want with me?!"
"If only you knew...." she says. Everything fades away around her. I cannot move; I am still rooted. This must be death. I can't see anything at all an-


   I wake up. With a snap. Screaming at the fear. The girl rushes in with a snap
"Are you alright?" she fusses. I nod my head. "Honestly! You scared me, Kaz! You are literally on the edge of sanity. Sometimes I question you..."
"Sorry for scaring you, Alice," I apologize. I don't blame her for thinking I'm nuts. She calls days like this when I wake up screaming normal days. She calls days when I don't happy days. I think I'm nuts as well.
"Well, anyway, breakfast is ready, so just get ready." She walks downstairs.
We are the only people in the house. The adults abandoned us because we aren't normal. Alice is psychic, and can move objects with her mind. Me?  My powers are fuzzy, but they flash in at times. All I know about my powers is that they can cause huge explosions. And rip objects to shreds. Which is why I'm lucky I can't really use them well, but they still flash in at the wrong times.
"HURRY UP!!!!" Alice screams. "WE HAVE SCHOOL!!!!! AND YOU WILL GO WITHOUT BREAKFAST IF YOU ARE NOT HERE IN 5....4....-"
"Coming!" I say.
We eat breakfast, then we wait for Clair and Mitchell. When they come we walk in silence until I notice Clair's resemblance to the dark girl.
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While we are in class, I proceed to talk to Clair.
"Um, what's up?" I say.
"Nothing much," she replies. Silently she retreats to her work, acting like I don't exist. As always.
Clair is the quietest girl I've ever known. The exact opposite of Alice...and extremely similar to the dark girl. She never spoke in my dreams, Clair never speaks in reality. But when she does speak, I always feel happy. Serene. Calm. When she speaks, the birds outside, normally standing still, fly around, rejuvenated, trying to reach her. The flowers bloom and the sun shines. When she sings, the world seems reborn in her eyes, like she is waiting for the nightmare to end. Her song is what brings the bloom in the spring. Her song, rejuvenates everything around her. After her song ends, the gloom returns.
The dark girl has never sung. So how can I ever think that she is Clair?
I don't know. As Clair quietly sings her melody, I wipe all the dark thoughts from my mind. The sun rises and flowers bloom inside the class. I wish her melody lasts forever.
But no one else does. The darkness clouds them. They hate the melody of happiness and joy. Seeing this Clair stops. Everyone insults her, not caring that she can hear. She weeps silently, thinking that no one enjoys her song.
But I do . All I want is for this darkness to end. And that is what she does.
"Can I hear your song again, Clair?" I ask.
Her tears end, and she smiles. When she sings, the world smiles with her as the flowers bloom.

Go to the club
It some pie
Then laugh a lot
and die

Distracted

Giggle, giggle squeak
Poke, whisper, big laugh, old friends
Who care if they write?

November

Red-gold of the leaves
Butter yellow of the sun
Makes it seem less cold

Snot Rocket

There was a young girl who sneezed
And out of her nose flew peas
They were gross and green
With an olive-colored sheen
And she ate them again with some cheese

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There was a man. He went by the name Jason. He was nice to a lot of people but he always had mixed feelings about people. He lived in Park Slope. He skateboarded and he was a sneaker head. One day he was coming home from work when he saw a lady on her side screaming. He ran over and realized it was his wife Margret. She was about to give birth without any medical help. He drove over to the hospital. When he got there he yelled for a nurse to come and help him with his wife. Margret was in a state of terror. Just by the lights glint in her eyes you could tell that she was trying to hold her tongue so that she could stop screaming. The nurses rushed her to a room and she gave birth. But what came out wasn't a child. It was a baby saber-toothed tiger with fangs dripping with blood. Then the nurses realized that Margret was bleeding. When they examined her there was bite marks in her womb. It looked like the tiger bit Margret. The nurses told Jason that Margret probably wouldn't make it through the night. Jason sobbed onto the tigers shoulder. The nurses screamed in shock. Margret was giving birth again. Jason was in awe. Margret gave birth to a human this time. Margret died directly after giving birth. Jason named the children Jason Jr. and Margret Jr. Jason walked home carrying the children. He gave the children to his neighbor to his Mr. Bacon. Then he went home and hung himself. The priest came over to Jason's house the next day to set up a funeral for Margret. He knocked on the door three times so fast that he didn't realize that it was slightly open. He walked into the house and called out Jason's name. He walked into Jason's room and fainted. He woke up hours later and called the police. they came and took Jason away. The priest walked home. He never mentioned what happened to anyone.

THE END

By:Jon-Paul de Rushe