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to of the mountain

Sigh! Do u love me or not ? That's one question insecurity causes. Ladies need to understand the fact that if i didn't love u for so long i won't put up with your sorry ASS for 20 years ( frustration causes that). 

Wow!!!! Breakfast is not the usual this morning and the kids notice there is something wrong . Dad keeps acting like his on the phone and mummy has brunt everything i mean the breakfast and all .
They plan on taking me to grandma's place but they forgot my grandparents are all dead. I'm sure when they remember their eyes would no longer be red. Bang!!!! Another shot was taken. Who died who died is what i asked but lol it was my dad drinking and unusual shot of brandy this morning . 

So we are in the car and the silence kills me . They both stare apart and the loneliness drives me crazy, so i screamed and they both looked back, "Daddy, daddy a trailer a trailer" i said, Boom the coalition left two dead and one alive. Tears dropped from my eyes as i woke up from my comma 3 years later. What have i done ? I asked with a guilty conscience, where are my parents ? I asked with so much innocence.

Now an orphan in a world i once feared, adopted into a house were everybody cared at first . No questions asked about my past life as they created a new one. 500 miles away from my moon sky avenue just to be their new son. The weather had been bad for 36 days •̸№ω and the phone signals were down . The internet was slow and television broadcast was an hour late . I was a smart ASS student as they made me come first in school , i never stressed my self, "how could u come first with out reading a book on the shelf ?" The dull ones asked . Well i have them at home i said lmao . Strange lights began to show from the sky as our day turned to night and as 11:25 am looked like the end of the world .
I ran to the gym where i saw my crush of life, i screamed

"Vicki what are u doing here ? The schools getting dark let's get out of here . Then i turned on the lights and saw her having a threesome with the football coach and player of the year . I ran away with a pained heart and an unclear mind . I reached outside the school gate and giant ice blocks fell from the sky and killed anyone in its path, destroying buildings and causing chaos . U ran home looking for my foster parents but they whew all dead only their children were alive. I was 16 by this time and i was thinking i was gonna die, they are 18 and 21 respectively and at 6:30 am they are always High .
 
We ran dodging the blocks on the road looking for safety as the small town of Coventry gathered at the youth center to discourse our safety . Out of a population of 500 thousand people . We were down to 320 thousand. Then an earth quake began and buildings began to sink into the sand ocean, the only way to survive was to run to the mountains 5 hours from where we stood . The unfruitful journey began as we all died one after the other till 3 hours later it was down to 50 people left . Most of us died form the blocks , some where swallowed , while others shot themselves in the head , I was 30 minutes away from the mountain and Vicki was behind me . 

The only problem with the mountain is the wooden bridge we had to cross to reach it . I was the last on the bridge so i taught when a block divided it into then i saw Vicki behind me . Hang on to her life with the one hand she had left after the block took the other . We were far apart and I cried as we were down to 30 people , I climbed to the top and continued the journey to the top of the mountain . When the mountain its self started sinking . I ran leaving everyone behind and only caring for my life . Sad to know that i reached the top only to be crushed by another block …..

The world was badly damaged and everything in it had died . I wake up thinking i was in heaven. Just to find out I wasn't hit by a block . Someone hit my head. I had been adopted by aliens who had adopted my parents in the accident. Its just a lie I had to tell the world . Who would believe if i said my dad was having breakfast with ET ? Think !!!!!

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