JustBabyMargo
Hatch-aholic
*I wrote this some years back, so it probably has a bunch of mistakes and could definitely use some improving, but here it is anyway...
“What are we doing here?” I ask. Noah looks back at me but doesn’t answer. He grips my hand a little tighter and continues dragging me through what is left of our old school. The School for the Extraordinary, the place that we had all belonged to. Both mine and Noah’s parents left us here as kids, along with all the other kids that went here.
I look around at what’s left of our old boarding school. It had been set on fire less than two weeks ago. My eyes begin tearing up as my mind goes back to that day.
Right before it happened, Noah and I had snuck off to the garden as usual. We would go there every evening and just sit on the green iron bench that stood in the middle of the giant concrete circle that split off into seven paths (one acting as the entrance.) These walkways separated all the different sections of plants that grew there. There was also a huge circle that went around the perimeter of the garden connecting all the paths together. Most days our principal, Mr. Holloway, would have us either walk or run around the whole plot a number of times for exercise, but not that day. We would always joke about Mr. Holloway having the ability to see into the future, but none of us ever really knew. Maybe he knew what was going to become of our home, so he just decided that there was no point in exercising, but because neither of the two of us knew for sure, we ran off into the garden to talk about it.
The both of us had been sitting there for about thirty minutes. We had just started to get up from the bench when I heard the gunshots. We were facing the back of the house so we couldn’t see what was going on. From the house we could hear screams. “Come on, Aria. We have to go… Now!” Noah shouted at me. The gunshots didn’t stop.
“We can help them,” I said, sobbing. Tears rushed down my face. I couldn’t just leave them all in the house to die. The thought that Noah could, hurt me inside.
“No, Aria. We have to go before they come after us too. It’s what they would have wanted.” I started slowly walking towards the house ignoring what he had said.
“You don’t understand,” I muttered angrily under my breath. All the sudden he ran in front of me and threw me over his shoulder, and started walking away from the school house. “Put me down, Noah!” I shouted. I protested and I kicked, trying to get out of his arms. His walk had turned into a run when I saw red flames begin to devour the school.
“Aria,” Noah says, bringing me back to reality, “are you okay?” In his pale green eyes I see that he’s actually concerned for me. He must have been talking to me and I wasn’t responding.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell him, although it’s not fully true. I just really wish that he would tell me what’s going on. “What are we doing here?” I ask again.
“Looking to see if anyone survived. They couldn’t have all died. Could they?”
“I’m not sure,” what he said fills me with hope. It’s true there could be a chance that some of them survived. My lips start to rise in a smile, but I tell myself to stop hoping.
#Fiction
By, @JustBabyMargo
“What are we doing here?” I ask. Noah looks back at me but doesn’t answer. He grips my hand a little tighter and continues dragging me through what is left of our old school. The School for the Extraordinary, the place that we had all belonged to. Both mine and Noah’s parents left us here as kids, along with all the other kids that went here.
I look around at what’s left of our old boarding school. It had been set on fire less than two weeks ago. My eyes begin tearing up as my mind goes back to that day.
Right before it happened, Noah and I had snuck off to the garden as usual. We would go there every evening and just sit on the green iron bench that stood in the middle of the giant concrete circle that split off into seven paths (one acting as the entrance.) These walkways separated all the different sections of plants that grew there. There was also a huge circle that went around the perimeter of the garden connecting all the paths together. Most days our principal, Mr. Holloway, would have us either walk or run around the whole plot a number of times for exercise, but not that day. We would always joke about Mr. Holloway having the ability to see into the future, but none of us ever really knew. Maybe he knew what was going to become of our home, so he just decided that there was no point in exercising, but because neither of the two of us knew for sure, we ran off into the garden to talk about it.
The both of us had been sitting there for about thirty minutes. We had just started to get up from the bench when I heard the gunshots. We were facing the back of the house so we couldn’t see what was going on. From the house we could hear screams. “Come on, Aria. We have to go… Now!” Noah shouted at me. The gunshots didn’t stop.
“We can help them,” I said, sobbing. Tears rushed down my face. I couldn’t just leave them all in the house to die. The thought that Noah could, hurt me inside.
“No, Aria. We have to go before they come after us too. It’s what they would have wanted.” I started slowly walking towards the house ignoring what he had said.
“You don’t understand,” I muttered angrily under my breath. All the sudden he ran in front of me and threw me over his shoulder, and started walking away from the school house. “Put me down, Noah!” I shouted. I protested and I kicked, trying to get out of his arms. His walk had turned into a run when I saw red flames begin to devour the school.
“Aria,” Noah says, bringing me back to reality, “are you okay?” In his pale green eyes I see that he’s actually concerned for me. He must have been talking to me and I wasn’t responding.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell him, although it’s not fully true. I just really wish that he would tell me what’s going on. “What are we doing here?” I ask again.
“Looking to see if anyone survived. They couldn’t have all died. Could they?”
“I’m not sure,” what he said fills me with hope. It’s true there could be a chance that some of them survived. My lips start to rise in a smile, but I tell myself to stop hoping.
#Fiction
By, @JustBabyMargo
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