I lay in bed listening to Goldfinger's version of "99 red balloons", and
when I heard the part that went "99 Decision Street, 99 ministers meet to
worry, worry, super-scurry,
Call out the troops now in a hurry."
This is what we've waited for, this is it boys, this is war,
The president is on the line as 99 red balloons go by." I knew what I had
to do I had to fight, to avenge my mother's death. The odd thing was I
hadn't seen Wyatt since yesterday before all of this went down. I still
had not moved from my bed just to go to the bathroom and turn on
music—hoping it would take my mind off of things. I did not want to face
another person, but I knew sooner or later I my father would come to see
Wyatt, his protocol son. I wish he would come to see me, but he never comes
to see me, only Wyatt. Besides it doesn't really matter I'm use to it. Part
of me was thankful that mom had died, maybe dad would have to adopt me and
pay attention to me. As soon as the thought came, I felt guilty, nothing
would make her death right, nothing at all. Dad wouldn't care how I was
feeling he'd just send me off to some boarding school, or military academy.
I realized I was alone no one was coming to get me no one would ever no
mom's death I was here to die alone, especially since my aunts had been
killed in the massacre as well. If they hadn't died I would know I would
have a chance to avenge my mom's death. If just one only one had made it
things would be better, not right, no! They could never be right, but
better. I realize I want to dedicate this one line to my mom she deserves
it and it fits "99 dreams I have had, in every one, a red balloon, It's
all over and
I'm standing pretty in the dust that was a city. If I could find a
souvenir, just to prove the world was here, And here it is, a red balloon,
I think of you and let it go."
