Have you ever felt like your world just flipped upside down? Or that you've gotten in so much trouble that you think you won't live to see tomorrow? But you somehow always make it through.
It was cold; just as it was every morning walking to school, kids yelling and playing in the background and enjoying life as if they have nothing to fear. I was one of those kids, was. When I got to school I met up with my friends, Chase and Nate.
Chase was about 5'10, 15 years old, wore glasses, and was great at inventing little gadgets. Chase wore a pair of worn out sneakers, khaki jeans with a belt that was dong him no good, and brown button down shirt. Chase is also my cousin, but still one of my best friends.
Nate was about 5'8, 16 years old, clumsy, and had great accuracy at just about anything he shot; basketball or rifle…he can shoot any gun, that was just his favorite. Nate and I met in 4th grade and had been best friends ever since. He wore faded blue jeans, a pair of brown tennis shoes, and a gray t-shirt.
Me, Garret, who was about 5'6, 16 years old, nothing unique about me or at least I thought, I excelled in school, and had a knack for getting myself into trouble(usually to try to get my friends out of trouble). I wore the traditional baggy dark blue jeans (not to where they are falling off me), a pair of black skate shoes with camouflage lacing, and a green t-shirt that was supposed to read "Quick Silver" , but really rad "Qui k S ver", because it was all worn out; but hey…it was my favorite t-shirt.
When I was about to enter my class, I noticed out of the corner my eye strange men in armor surrounding all of the exits. When I finally got Nate's attention, from the guinea pig running across the school, to show him, they were gone. As usual, class was boring. Chase, Nate, and I were walking home when suddenly these armored vehicles started speeding towards us. Our only thoughts were RUN! We split up; I went to the right and hopped the fence, Chase went to the left and ran straight for the desert, and Nate ran straight as if he were running to get pancakes on free Pancake Day at IHOP. Out of breath after hopping 7 fences, I stopped behind a shed. As I peeked out, I could see the fine, intricately weaved metallic threads of the two men in armor hunting me. Their armor glistened in the sunlight as if they had never been used. They were incinerating everything in their path with their guns? I couldn't make out the strange, large weapons in their hands. They definitely weren't U.S.; I'd know cause' my dad worked for a weapons manufacturer, and sold guns to the military. He'd take me to the factory and show me all the guns and stuff and then test me on our next visit. As they marched toward me, I had no idea what to do. I started to rack my brain thinking of ideas.
In the distance I could hear Chase yelling for help. I kicked a hole through the fence to my left as quietly as I could and sprinted as fast as I could on my worn out skater shoes. It wasn't long before the armored men noticed me hopping the fences behind them. Hopping the fences was a bit easier now then the first time. I can't completely explain it because I personally don't know what was going on, when I hopped the fences; my body seemed to glide through the air right over them. At that moment I wasn't completely worried about how I could easily hop the fences, my friend was in trouble and I had to save him. While running to Chase, I noticed that Nate was nowhere to be found. I'd made back to the armored vehicle, but there was no one there. So me and my infinite wisdom decided to take a little peek inside, not wondering if this could have been a trap. Inside I found Nate trying to figure out how the weapons worked. Once he figured out, we both grabbed a gun and ran towards Chase. Running there, I stopped and took a look around, we were slowly being cornered. Nate pulled me by the wrists and said, "Let's go before the Ganguards catch us!"
"The WHAT", I exclaimed!
He wouldn't answer me. When we got to Chase, Nate immediately started shooting down the armored men or "Ganguards". I tried to shoot also but the recoil of the gun flew me back bout' ten feet flat on my back. Chase and I watched Nate in amazement. By the time Nate was done, Chase and I had no clue what to make of the situation. Nate walked over to us and said, "Follow me, I'll explain everything to you as we walk; but for now there's no time." Not knowing what to or where we were going, we followed him.