Hey, People! Sorry it took kind of long to get this up! Thank you so much
to the only person who reviewed my story. And, yes, I did know that "Puff
the Magic Dragon" is about pot, Kaitlyn just didn't know that. And, no, I
am not my characters, though sometimes my personality tends to slide in
every now and then. ^_^;;; Just a standard disclaimer that I'm only going
to say once again after this in this story: I don't own GW. I am not
making any money off of this. Oh, and I really don't care that much if
people don't like this story. I already have a lot of it written out, and
I just have to type it...... On that note..... On with chapter 2!!!!!!
(One year later)
I heard shouting coming from the kitchen. I thought it was just my parents arguing about some trivial manner, as all humans do, but then I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.
"Kaitlyn, RUN!!!!" my mother shouted shrilly from downstairs. A soldier burst into my room. My eyes went wide as he pointed his gun at me.
Acting purely on adrenalin, I leapt from my chair, grabbed my bag, and threw myself out o the open window. Barely managing to grab hold of a branch, I scurried around to the other side of the oak to hide for safety. Through heavily leaved branches, I saw the soldier poke his head out the window.
"She's gone!" He called to his comrades after a quick look around at the exterior of my home.
I remained clinging for dear life to the firm branches for a while until I heard the sound of the military jeep pulling away out of our driveway. Cautiously, I slid down the trunk to land softly on my feet.
For a tense moment I crouched at the base of the tree, hidden by the shrubs, looking and listening with every nerve in my body for any hostile movement.
Nothing.
I opened my bag and took out my trench coat and long, black leather boots. Exchanging those for my sweater and sandals, I kept as quiet as possible. Any noise might alert a waiting soldier.
Standing straight up with the best posture I could manage, I walked calmly to the sidewalk, all the while fingering the fake ID in my pocket.
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I looked at my watch. 8:30. The next flight for Earth left in 1 hour. I had made it so far from my house to the spaceport without being caught. All I had to do now was buy the ticket and board the shuttle.
Hoping with all my might that I looked older than I was, I stood up and walked over to the ticket counter. The woman behind the desk looked up. "Can I help you?" She asked.
Yes, I'd like a one-way ticket to Earth, please, on the next flight out," I told her, praying silently that I didn't resemble Kaitlyn Maxwell.
"First class, or coach?"
"Coach," I said automatically.
The woman brushed some bleach-blonde hair out of her eyes before turning to a computer and typing something in. She then turned to me and asked for some identification. I handed her the fake ID (God bless the black market!), hoping nothing would go wrong. The woman looked it over, blinked twice, and the spoke to me.
"Have we met? You look familiar."
My heart sank to my toes and rose to my throat with each beat.
"I'm sorry; you must be mistaken," I told her, then added hastily, "But some people say I look like Kaitlyn Maxwell! I don't think so. Imagine! Me, having a father foolish enough to waist all of his fame standing up the government!" I added my late brother's smile.
The woman laughed, and I got the impression that she had once been a cheerleader. "Yes, I suppose you do almost look like Miss Maxwell!"
Then, we both added at the same time "ALMOST!" We both burst into girlish giggles. It paid to have a talent for acting.
"Here's your ticket, miss!" said the blonde, smiling brightly at me.
"Thank you!" I replied politely as possible, taking the elongated slip of glossy paper.
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I glanced at my watch. 10:09:03... :04... :05...... :06.... :07... :08.... :09.... :10... I could barely see the digitalized clock face. The "sun" had "set" a while ago, and the shuttle should have already departed.
Sniffling, I pulled out a silver heart- shaped locket from my shirt. I took it off from around my neck. Slowly, I opened it. Staring back at me from within it were my parents, on the left, and on the right, my dear, dear brother Duo. 'Mother was right,' I thought, lovingly remembering everything about Duo that annoyed me, 'absense makes the heart grow fonder.'
Slowly, but surely, the shuttle lurched forward, and launched into the diamond- filled vacuum that was space.
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Tada!!!!! Wasn't that nice?! WASN'T IT?!!!!!?????? Well, I thought it was. And so did my friends, Kelly and Kendra. (Llama girl!... yeah, just don't ask...) Review if you feel like it. This time I might give you all Warheads, if y'all want! DEAR GOD!!!! Did I just say "y'all?" AAACCKKK!! The Maine hick-ness has finally gotten to me! Get it off, Get it off!
(One year later)
I heard shouting coming from the kitchen. I thought it was just my parents arguing about some trivial manner, as all humans do, but then I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.
"Kaitlyn, RUN!!!!" my mother shouted shrilly from downstairs. A soldier burst into my room. My eyes went wide as he pointed his gun at me.
Acting purely on adrenalin, I leapt from my chair, grabbed my bag, and threw myself out o the open window. Barely managing to grab hold of a branch, I scurried around to the other side of the oak to hide for safety. Through heavily leaved branches, I saw the soldier poke his head out the window.
"She's gone!" He called to his comrades after a quick look around at the exterior of my home.
I remained clinging for dear life to the firm branches for a while until I heard the sound of the military jeep pulling away out of our driveway. Cautiously, I slid down the trunk to land softly on my feet.
For a tense moment I crouched at the base of the tree, hidden by the shrubs, looking and listening with every nerve in my body for any hostile movement.
Nothing.
I opened my bag and took out my trench coat and long, black leather boots. Exchanging those for my sweater and sandals, I kept as quiet as possible. Any noise might alert a waiting soldier.
Standing straight up with the best posture I could manage, I walked calmly to the sidewalk, all the while fingering the fake ID in my pocket.
_________________
I looked at my watch. 8:30. The next flight for Earth left in 1 hour. I had made it so far from my house to the spaceport without being caught. All I had to do now was buy the ticket and board the shuttle.
Hoping with all my might that I looked older than I was, I stood up and walked over to the ticket counter. The woman behind the desk looked up. "Can I help you?" She asked.
Yes, I'd like a one-way ticket to Earth, please, on the next flight out," I told her, praying silently that I didn't resemble Kaitlyn Maxwell.
"First class, or coach?"
"Coach," I said automatically.
The woman brushed some bleach-blonde hair out of her eyes before turning to a computer and typing something in. She then turned to me and asked for some identification. I handed her the fake ID (God bless the black market!), hoping nothing would go wrong. The woman looked it over, blinked twice, and the spoke to me.
"Have we met? You look familiar."
My heart sank to my toes and rose to my throat with each beat.
"I'm sorry; you must be mistaken," I told her, then added hastily, "But some people say I look like Kaitlyn Maxwell! I don't think so. Imagine! Me, having a father foolish enough to waist all of his fame standing up the government!" I added my late brother's smile.
The woman laughed, and I got the impression that she had once been a cheerleader. "Yes, I suppose you do almost look like Miss Maxwell!"
Then, we both added at the same time "ALMOST!" We both burst into girlish giggles. It paid to have a talent for acting.
"Here's your ticket, miss!" said the blonde, smiling brightly at me.
"Thank you!" I replied politely as possible, taking the elongated slip of glossy paper.
_______________
I glanced at my watch. 10:09:03... :04... :05...... :06.... :07... :08.... :09.... :10... I could barely see the digitalized clock face. The "sun" had "set" a while ago, and the shuttle should have already departed.
Sniffling, I pulled out a silver heart- shaped locket from my shirt. I took it off from around my neck. Slowly, I opened it. Staring back at me from within it were my parents, on the left, and on the right, my dear, dear brother Duo. 'Mother was right,' I thought, lovingly remembering everything about Duo that annoyed me, 'absense makes the heart grow fonder.'
Slowly, but surely, the shuttle lurched forward, and launched into the diamond- filled vacuum that was space.
____________
Tada!!!!! Wasn't that nice?! WASN'T IT?!!!!!?????? Well, I thought it was. And so did my friends, Kelly and Kendra. (Llama girl!... yeah, just don't ask...) Review if you feel like it. This time I might give you all Warheads, if y'all want! DEAR GOD!!!! Did I just say "y'all?" AAACCKKK!! The Maine hick-ness has finally gotten to me! Get it off, Get it off!