In Search of a Normal Life
by
Rowan Champeon
(age 11)
PART THIRTEEN
When I woke up I was tied up and a guy was pointing a gun at
me so I was stunned. Turns out that guy was Rakmid. Once he knew I was stunned
he put the gun in his pocket.
“There you go, there you go.
Well, we finally caught you. Now to explain where you are:
You are in a boat bound for the Military headquarters. This
cabin is placed on the front of the boat with windows facing out to the stormy
sea and they have no glass in them. Your bed is placed so that when a wave hits
this boat you get drenched I don't like the idea but the captain says its the
only room available,” said Rakmid.
“Somehow I doubt this is the
only room available for me,” I said with a smile.
“You know I think I should
talk to the captain about that” said Rakmid. Then I noticed these things:
The room had the smell of sea water. The bed felt like I was
sleeping on rocks instead of a bed. There was a sound coming from below deck.
It sounded like all the people were having a party instead of supper. A very
loud party at that. The room was so cramped that it only could fit one bed and
a one person and nothing more. When you had to go out of the room you had to
crouch down because the room wasn't tall enough for a regular person to stand
up in. Not only that but you had to go out a very short hallway. It was very
hard to sleep much less live in this room.
“If you need to go to the
bathroom you just step out of bed and turn left. Now I'm going to have some
supper I haven't eaten in hours go bye,” said Rakmid, walking out the door.
“By the way we are going to
be at the headquarters in just a week,” said Rakmid, crushing my. hopes of escape.
In just a week I would still be trying to get over the sickness I get from
seeing a gun and would be in no condition to escape. If I was going to be back
in the Military there would be only one place they would send me. my home, and
then how hard could it be to escape. If only I had known how long till that
would happen. You see it would be another year until I would see my home town.
I could escape. Then I went unconscious didn't know what I was doing until
about a week. Then
I most definitely could know what was happening.
“You weakling, get up,” said
a guard with a long zapping electric spear.
“Yes get up” said another
guard.
“I'm getting up, I'm getting
up,” I said trying to get up as fast as I could with me being sick. Then they
took me out of the boat, down a cargo ramp, and on the dock were a jeering
laughing crowd awaited me.
“Look! Its the great power
who has gotten away twice, bask in his glory,” said one, as he gave his son a
bunch of trash, which his son immediately thew at me.
“Silence! He's very dangerous
even if he is too sick to use his powers,” he said as more trash was thrown at
me and they begin to throw smelly rotten fruit at me.
When the guards had enough of the jeering and laughing and
the throwing of trash and rotten fruit they ordered the crowd to go away. By
the time the streets were clear we had gotten to the Military base.
“Here we are at the place
were they will decide what to do with you” he said.
(to be continued)
(original and unedited)
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