Post by Night on Feb 27, 2008 21:39:56 GMT -5
-sigh- Buizel hates me so she's making me post my Language Arts homework because she can't wait to read it tomarrow. -mutters something about Buizel- For the record, it's homework from the book we're reading, called The Giver. And I've already finished it. Here ya go;;
“Amanda….” Courtney’s voice whined in my ear. “What?” I sighed in a bored voice, not looking up from my book. “Wanna see something cool?” She asked. I started to say ‘no’, but too late. Without waiting for an answer she had gone right ahead and planted one hand firmly on the top of my head. “What the—“My world went black before I could finish my sentence. Greeeat.
The world returned with an explosion of color. I blinked a few times, disoriented, before I made out my surroundings. Somehow I was now in a cramped cockpit, my sweating palms clutching the plane’s stick in a death grip. Just as I noticed the others planes out the windows the radio crackled to life, saying but three words. “Tora, tora, tora” I suddenly knew where I was. December 7th, 1941. The day that threw the U.S. into World War II. 352 other planes and I were on our way to attack Pearl Harbor. All at once I knew what I had to do as I watched the planes around me start to descend. I wouldn’t attack my own country, I couldn’t. Taking a deep breath I angled the plane into a steep dive, ignoring the rapid Japanese streaming from the radio. The water would kill me upon impact, that much I knew. Gritting my teeth I held the jittering controls steady and right before I hit the water everything went black. Again.
When I opened my eyes everything was green, humid, and buggy. Wow, somehow I imagined Heaven to be more pearly gates and less muggy jungle. I tapped the shoulder of someone wearing green camouflage next to me and whispered “Where are we?” He gave me an odd look before answering, “Are you new? This is nothing but ‘Nam here.” The leader threw us a sharp look and I could feel icy fear driving spines into the pit of my stomach. I was a soldier in the Vietnam War. Whoa, I did not sigh up for this. Of course not, I was drafted. Ha, ha, ha. I stifled a yelp as a shot from an AK-47 rang out from the surrounding jungle, soon followed by another and another. I fumbled with my own gun, watching those around me fall one by one to enemy fire. I finally lifted my gun only to find myself staring down the muzzle of a gun poking out from the underbrush. I finally knew the real meaning of guerilla warfare. The crack of gunfire rent through the thick air and my vision darkened even before the bullet hit me. I couldn’t help but wonder how many more times I would have to die.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a plane yet again. Only this time I was seated in a commercial airline rather than a Japanese fighter plane. Everyone around me seemed distressed. “What’s going on?” I asked a panicked looking businessman seated next to me. “The planes been hijacked.” He answered in a quivering voice. I felt the blood drain from my face. “What day is it?” I managed to ask in a choked voice. Through his fear the man was able to give me a strange look, answering “September 11th, 2001” Oh God. I surveyed the plane with one quick glance, people praying, a woman with a sleeping baby sobbing silently, and flight attendants talking hurriedly on the phone. I knew that any moment now each and every one of them would be dead, and many more. I closed my eyes and pray, though not for myself. I knew that as soon as that plane connected with the North tower I’d just wake up in a different time. I prayed for Flight 11 and the three other planes that were fated to crash that day, and the thousands that worked in the Twin Towers. I vaguely wondered if the real, younger me was out there in her 2nd grade classroom, not knowing that the United States of America’s history was about to be scarred forever. I leaned back and closed my eyes, waiting for the darkness to come and whisk me away to the next nightmare.
This time when I opened my eyes I was sitting where I had been before, my book still open on my lap. I looked up at Courtney, whose eyes now gleamed an icy light blue that I knew didn’t belong there. “What just happened? Who are you?” I whisper hoarsely, my eyes wide. She smiled eerily, watching me carefully “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell no lies.” She replied after a moment before abruptly standing and walking away. I watched her, my mouth hanging open slightly in confusion. I sat like that until a voice behind me asked “What are you looking at?” I turned around to see the real Courtney looking at me questioningly. I shook my head, answering “Nothing,” Hmm, I really need to get this lying under control, don’t I?
“Amanda….” Courtney’s voice whined in my ear. “What?” I sighed in a bored voice, not looking up from my book. “Wanna see something cool?” She asked. I started to say ‘no’, but too late. Without waiting for an answer she had gone right ahead and planted one hand firmly on the top of my head. “What the—“My world went black before I could finish my sentence. Greeeat.
The world returned with an explosion of color. I blinked a few times, disoriented, before I made out my surroundings. Somehow I was now in a cramped cockpit, my sweating palms clutching the plane’s stick in a death grip. Just as I noticed the others planes out the windows the radio crackled to life, saying but three words. “Tora, tora, tora” I suddenly knew where I was. December 7th, 1941. The day that threw the U.S. into World War II. 352 other planes and I were on our way to attack Pearl Harbor. All at once I knew what I had to do as I watched the planes around me start to descend. I wouldn’t attack my own country, I couldn’t. Taking a deep breath I angled the plane into a steep dive, ignoring the rapid Japanese streaming from the radio. The water would kill me upon impact, that much I knew. Gritting my teeth I held the jittering controls steady and right before I hit the water everything went black. Again.
When I opened my eyes everything was green, humid, and buggy. Wow, somehow I imagined Heaven to be more pearly gates and less muggy jungle. I tapped the shoulder of someone wearing green camouflage next to me and whispered “Where are we?” He gave me an odd look before answering, “Are you new? This is nothing but ‘Nam here.” The leader threw us a sharp look and I could feel icy fear driving spines into the pit of my stomach. I was a soldier in the Vietnam War. Whoa, I did not sigh up for this. Of course not, I was drafted. Ha, ha, ha. I stifled a yelp as a shot from an AK-47 rang out from the surrounding jungle, soon followed by another and another. I fumbled with my own gun, watching those around me fall one by one to enemy fire. I finally lifted my gun only to find myself staring down the muzzle of a gun poking out from the underbrush. I finally knew the real meaning of guerilla warfare. The crack of gunfire rent through the thick air and my vision darkened even before the bullet hit me. I couldn’t help but wonder how many more times I would have to die.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a plane yet again. Only this time I was seated in a commercial airline rather than a Japanese fighter plane. Everyone around me seemed distressed. “What’s going on?” I asked a panicked looking businessman seated next to me. “The planes been hijacked.” He answered in a quivering voice. I felt the blood drain from my face. “What day is it?” I managed to ask in a choked voice. Through his fear the man was able to give me a strange look, answering “September 11th, 2001” Oh God. I surveyed the plane with one quick glance, people praying, a woman with a sleeping baby sobbing silently, and flight attendants talking hurriedly on the phone. I knew that any moment now each and every one of them would be dead, and many more. I closed my eyes and pray, though not for myself. I knew that as soon as that plane connected with the North tower I’d just wake up in a different time. I prayed for Flight 11 and the three other planes that were fated to crash that day, and the thousands that worked in the Twin Towers. I vaguely wondered if the real, younger me was out there in her 2nd grade classroom, not knowing that the United States of America’s history was about to be scarred forever. I leaned back and closed my eyes, waiting for the darkness to come and whisk me away to the next nightmare.
This time when I opened my eyes I was sitting where I had been before, my book still open on my lap. I looked up at Courtney, whose eyes now gleamed an icy light blue that I knew didn’t belong there. “What just happened? Who are you?” I whisper hoarsely, my eyes wide. She smiled eerily, watching me carefully “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell no lies.” She replied after a moment before abruptly standing and walking away. I watched her, my mouth hanging open slightly in confusion. I sat like that until a voice behind me asked “What are you looking at?” I turned around to see the real Courtney looking at me questioningly. I shook my head, answering “Nothing,” Hmm, I really need to get this lying under control, don’t I?
