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After leaving Oklahoma, I continued my trek towards the Rockies, hitching rides here and there, but mostly walking and stopping to sleep in abandoned buildings. One night, I was bunked down in an old barn loft when I heard a noise below me. It sounded like a person walking in and out of the old stalls. I slowly walked over to the opening and peeked over, and saw a tall blond teenager looking around. I was big for my fifteen years, so I figured I could easily fight him I had to. I quietly watched as he went to the back of the barn, then I slid the ladder up and laid it in the hay beside me. I laid down beside it, figuring he couldn't getup, even if he knew I was here. Right.
Five minutes later, he jumped through the opening. I was shocked! I quickly stood up and got ready for a fight, then I realised it was him.
Zackery, from New Orleans. I had been shocked that he had been able to jump that high, then I remembered he had said he was my brother, therefore, I figured he must have the same abilities as I did, which included the capability to jump extremely high. Was posed to strike, but when I saw it was Zackery, I put my fists down, but I remained alert.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Just checking up." He answered, looking around, "Nice place."
""I'm just passing through." I said, sitting in the hay. He sat too.
"What have you been up to these past four years?"
"Here and there, New York, Oklahoma." I didn't want to go into specifics.
"It's good that you're moving around. Keeps them busy trying to find us."
"Who are 'they'?"
"The people who created us. You still can't remember, can you?"
"No, Zackery, I can't remember. You or any of these many brothers and sisters you claim I have."
"I'm called Zack. Zackery was only for your school; sometimes I go by Michael, too. I don't think any of the others changed their names, except for Tinga. She goes by Peggy now."
"What are my sibling's names? Where do they live?"
"I can't tell you where they live, but there names: Max, Tinga, Brin, Zane, Ben Syl Krit, Jondi, those are just the ones who escaped with us, but also there was Eva, Jace and Jack, and lots more."
"Wow, I come from a huge family."
"We're not blood relatives."
"Then what are we?"
"You have to remember yourself. I can't tell you. I have told the others not to tell you anything, either." He stood up, and I followed.
"But I don't know the others!" I yelled, he took a step towards the opening. "Don't go!"
"I have to, but I'll be back." He jumped and I ran to the opening.
"You said that five years ago!" I looked down at him.
"I have to go. Good luck remembering, but you're better off forgetting." Then he ran out of the barn.
"Zack! Wait!" I ran back into the loft and looked out the window in the direction he had ran, but I didn't see him, he was gone. I sat down in the hay, and for the first time ever, felt like crying. He had been the only link to my past. After about ten minutes, I stood up and climbed out the window up to the roof of the barn. I sat there for the rest of the night, trying to remember.
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After leaving Oklahoma, I continued my trek towards the Rockies, hitching rides here and there, but mostly walking and stopping to sleep in abandoned buildings. One night, I was bunked down in an old barn loft when I heard a noise below me. It sounded like a person walking in and out of the old stalls. I slowly walked over to the opening and peeked over, and saw a tall blond teenager looking around. I was big for my fifteen years, so I figured I could easily fight him I had to. I quietly watched as he went to the back of the barn, then I slid the ladder up and laid it in the hay beside me. I laid down beside it, figuring he couldn't getup, even if he knew I was here. Right.
Five minutes later, he jumped through the opening. I was shocked! I quickly stood up and got ready for a fight, then I realised it was him.
Zackery, from New Orleans. I had been shocked that he had been able to jump that high, then I remembered he had said he was my brother, therefore, I figured he must have the same abilities as I did, which included the capability to jump extremely high. Was posed to strike, but when I saw it was Zackery, I put my fists down, but I remained alert.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Just checking up." He answered, looking around, "Nice place."
""I'm just passing through." I said, sitting in the hay. He sat too.
"What have you been up to these past four years?"
"Here and there, New York, Oklahoma." I didn't want to go into specifics.
"It's good that you're moving around. Keeps them busy trying to find us."
"Who are 'they'?"
"The people who created us. You still can't remember, can you?"
"No, Zackery, I can't remember. You or any of these many brothers and sisters you claim I have."
"I'm called Zack. Zackery was only for your school; sometimes I go by Michael, too. I don't think any of the others changed their names, except for Tinga. She goes by Peggy now."
"What are my sibling's names? Where do they live?"
"I can't tell you where they live, but there names: Max, Tinga, Brin, Zane, Ben Syl Krit, Jondi, those are just the ones who escaped with us, but also there was Eva, Jace and Jack, and lots more."
"Wow, I come from a huge family."
"We're not blood relatives."
"Then what are we?"
"You have to remember yourself. I can't tell you. I have told the others not to tell you anything, either." He stood up, and I followed.
"But I don't know the others!" I yelled, he took a step towards the opening. "Don't go!"
"I have to, but I'll be back." He jumped and I ran to the opening.
"You said that five years ago!" I looked down at him.
"I have to go. Good luck remembering, but you're better off forgetting." Then he ran out of the barn.
"Zack! Wait!" I ran back into the loft and looked out the window in the direction he had ran, but I didn't see him, he was gone. I sat down in the hay, and for the first time ever, felt like crying. He had been the only link to my past. After about ten minutes, I stood up and climbed out the window up to the roof of the barn. I sat there for the rest of the night, trying to remember.
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