I will never be here again

Dialogue

You’re over thinking things again,” Niko said as he sat down next to me, lying against the cold steel wall.

 “I can’t help it.” I choked out. “We don’t even have the worst of it! Colton’s over there chained to a freaking wall!”

“Jealous of my rubber body suit?” Colton chimed in, having overheard the conversation.

 Before I could reply, the large steel door to our cell opened and shut with a loud clang. Everyone was silent, the only sound being the fast paced breathing of the two figures, a boy and a girl, that had just entered the room.

“Sup.” Colton said nonchalantly.

“Who are you?” Growled the girl figure.

“I could ask you the same thing. You just burst into our lovely holding cell and demand to know my name? Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”

 “The name’s Presley.” She replied stubbornly.

 “And dimples over there?” Colton said, referring to the boy.

“That’s Bug. Now it’s your turn to answer the questions.”

“Well I’m the lovely and single Colton Harper, that hunk over there is Niko, and—

 “I’m Simone,” I added plainly. “What are you doing here?”

 “What are you doing here?” Presley retorted.

Almost there.

I guess you could say that's why I've been studying for the past six and a half hours.
My mom would probably ask if failing this test would take away my eternal salvation
to which I would promptly reply, "yes, mother," and quickly add a little something about
how failing would eventually lead me to becoming a sociopath.
It's unfortunate, really, that so much in life depends on tests. If I could
prove myself through music or art, I guarantee I wouldn't be who I am today. I
guarantee you'd know me as more than a wallflower.

Possibilities

Rednecks? Where?

Billy Bob's son, Bart

Fall

We've all heard the alarms sayin' it's time to let go
We stood tall through the fire, we caught each other mid fall.
We've run our courses and we'll surrender to life.

This is all I've got to offer though it ain't much
A little too scared a little too wounded to care
We're leaving for good but it don't feel good at all
They never prepare you in high school for the fall.

Soon

The sounds of summer surround the atmosphere. The warm air feels good against my skin as I stand outside my small house in Burns Lake, British Columbia, Canada. I stare at the Acorn colored, chipped wood of our house. The nails are slowly peeling their way out of the walls, which I will have to repair soon. The floors creak, dust is collecting everywhere, and some of the furniture is older than my grandparents, but this is still our ideal home.

            I make my way up the small, cold stairs and turn the handle on the door. I drop my backpack, avoiding the large hole in the tile. The house feels empty, then again, it usually does. I walk out back to see my mother in a small, plastic lounge chair reading her romance books again.

            Over in the corner there is a rusty old swing set left from the previous owners that is just glazed with rain. The chains are breaking, the seats cracking, and bee’s nest adorn the underside of the slide. We won’t be able to use it for much longer, but a shiny new one just won’t fit in here.

            My mother looks up at me and smiles her pearly white smile, the only nice looking thing in our lives. I walk forward and give her a hug.

            “How was school Sean?” My mother asks calmly.

            “Its fine, I've gotten all my work done, so same as usual.”

            “Oh Sean, I’m so proud of you! You don’t know how much it means to me that you provide this example for your sister.

I smile and slither to the swing set. The rusty chains feel rough against my hands, but I hold on, as I sit there motionless on the swing. A breeze wisps around and whispers my name. My mother walks inside, her curly, strawberry blonde hair bouncing, and I follow, knowing we will be going to the lake soon. I can't wait for soon to come. 

Bad Luck Bo

Croy entered the ballroom, enthusiastic as ever. Usually he’d be moping around, complaining about how boring everything was, but today was a special day. The building was filled with people all dreamily staring at the new governor as he gave his gratitude speech.

“I can’t express enough thanks to you, citizens of region sixteen! Though some would have us believe that we are the lowest ranked region, I believe we can build ourselves up and become the best! As your new governor I will-

“World peace!” Croy mocked quietly in the back of the room. A security guard glared in his direction.

He’s got one heck of a security force in here. Croy thought. My only chance will be when he leaves the ballroom.

Though not much of a fighter, Croy considered himself great at his job. His ideal way of life included hopping from town to town, capturing people and turning them in to whoever offered a reward. The amount for Governor Slade was so high he’d never have to do another job in his life.

Croy brushed off his dark suit and grabbed a drink, mapping out every possible way he could complete his job. He scanned the room, finding the people, guards and every escape route. He noticed one of the windows at the top of the room had been broken, though it didn’t matter much since it was too high up for anyone to get to.

Meanwhile, everything was silent on the other side of town.

“This shouldn’t take long.”  Bo said, pulling on his gray and yellow hoodie. 

The streets were rather quiet that night, though Bo knew the silence wouldn’t last for long. The closer he got to the capitol building, the louder the crowds got. The fact that nearly everyone in region sixteen was attending the celebration party upset him a little. Not because it would make it harder to kill Slade, no, he didn’t care about that. He only cared about the huge uproar that it would cause. 

As soon as Bo reached the capitol, he saw the broken window on the side of the building. Thankfully they hadn’t had the time to fix it after some kid hit a baseball through it the night before. The building itself was old and poorly made, as were all of the buildings in the region, allowing him to easily climb his way to a ledge just below the window.

The governor had just finished his speech and took a seat on the stage. He sat there, comically watching everyone dance. Bo probably would have been entertained by their clumsy moves too, were it not the perfect moment to get Slade.

He gripped his gun, pulling it from his belt. Carved into the side was the number thirteen. Without hesitating, he pointed it straight at his target.

Croy couldn’t stand himself. Why couldn’t he figure out an escape plan? He’d covered all the other details, but getting out was going to be extremely tricky. He brought his hand up and made an L shape with his forefinger and thumb, pointing it at the governor like a gun.

If only life was simple. He thought, pretending to pull the trigger with a slight bend of his thumb. A gun shot went off. The musicians stopped playing, their violins creating a squeaky tremor of sound. Everyone looked around, trying to understand what was happening and suddenly, the governor fell.