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Inferno
Life can be a real shocker sometimes. So, I was kind of getting used to the new routine. Life didn't actually seem so bad, after all. It was actually pretty much like Sinnoh, really.
"You've got to be kidding. You drink coffee with ice cream, sugar, milk, lollipops, marshmallows, AND whipped cream?" I ask incredulously. "Mm-hm, but you forgot the caramel. It tastes really good!" I stifle the urge to laugh hysterically and puke at the same time, and slump against the wall. "I repeat, you have GOT to be kidding, Ni-chan."
"Nope, not at all, Clair-chan!" Nina answers with our typical half-English, half Japanese dialect. Kind of a weird habit, I know, but having a pair of outgoing Japanese twins as a few of your best friends can make you learn a lot of random Japanese things.
"But Ni-chan, that's just-!"
"Weird, I know. What's the world coming to these days, anyhow?" A voice interrupts mine; I turn around, grinning, as my friend hurries down the hall.
"Yeah, I just don't know-" I'm cut off by a loud, crackly voice.
"Clair, please report to the office immediately." The loudspeaker booms, and all I can do is jump. Like, whoa? I spend the whole day trying to pay attention in class and not get into any trouble, and I get dragged over to the office? Life just isn't FAIR. I lug myself over to the small room and slouch over to the main desk. "Hi," the receptionist-person says. "How may I help you?"
"Um… I, um, got called over to the office. Uh, my name's Clair?" The receptionist starts. "C-clair? Oh, go through that… door over there." She jerks her thumb at an opaque screen door, and I stumble towards it. "Hello, please sit down," my homeroom teacher greets me, albeit in a panicky voice. I sit in a small wooden chair.
"Mrs. Nichol? What are you doing here?" She starts, and mutters, "There… there was an accident. A car accident." I raise my eyebrows, and she continues, more loudly. "Between a drunk driver and your parents." I shoot out of the chair and it clatters to the floor.
"What do you mean, my parents?" I scream. Mrs. Nichol pauses, and mournfully says, "They… didn't survive." I run out of the room and straight through the halls. In moments, I'm sprinting down the road and into the woods, doing anything to get away. Branches, thorns, and leaves scrape the sides of my face as I blunder through the brightly lit forest. Sunshine plays on my face when I stop and lean forward, my breath coming fast. Silence rings in my ears except for the occasional chirp. When my breathing gets back to normal, I start running, again.
Somehow, I find myself clinging onto the one tree in my yard, the thick leaves blocking me from humanity. I cling to the tree for dear life, and press my cheek against the rough bark. I sniff and wipe my eyes, and relax my hold slightly. (Not enough to fall, though. Jeez, I'm not suicidal) I close my eyes and just think.
What're they going to do with me, anyways? Send me to an orphanage? Okay, that really doesn't appeal to me. But what else can they do?
I ruminate all the possibilities of the near future until a quiet voice tugs at my ears. I slide down silently and press my back against the tree and listen. "…the house. Didn't they have some kid?" Derisive laughter rings out. "Don't worry about that. Come on, let's go." Footsteps slowly fall away, and I separate myself from the tree and follow them. I tiptoe through the house until they reach my parents' room. "Remember, we have to find everything. You got it?" I hear a low grunt, and a few clatters and shuffles. "Alright, that's all that's important. What're we going to do with the rest, though?" A slow pause follows their words, and I strain to hear.
"I don't know… we'll find out once we're out, 'kay?" The footsteps ring again, louder this time. Before I can move, there's a gun pressed against the side of my face. I flinch, and squash myself against the wall in a futile attempt to get away. "Um… I mean you no harm?" I say weakly, laughing nervously.
"X2, we've got a witness. What should we do?"
"Lock the windows, X5. Lock the doors too." My escape routes are closed off, and I stay very still. "What're you going to do?" The gun leaves my head, and I hear a sadistic laugh.
"You'll see." They leave and I slump down. I stay sitting there until I hear a sharp crackling noise followed by an odd roar. When I look through the doors and see a sunset colored inferno, I slam them immediately.
"Crap, crap, double crap…" I pound on the windows and the door, but nothing happens. The flames are licking at my feet when I finally get an idea.
Sorry it's so short, but I was being kind of lazy.
Constructive criticism would be very helpful.
