One Day
By Joe O’Brien Whenever I walk home from school I always stare at my feet. Not because I prefer looking at my black Nike’s, only cause my neck is more comfortable down than up at the red glare coming off of the sky. It takes me about fifteen minutes for me to walk home, sometimes ten if I fast walk. School gets out at 3 p.m. I enjoy school, learning has always been pleasurable for me. I enjoy learning our country’s history and the many wars we have fought, even the war that we are currently fighting. But my favorite class is probably biology. Biology has always been fun because it tends to answer some of the questions I have about life and why certain things exist and why some do not. For example: just the other day I was talking with my neighbor when his dog bolted out of his house and started to run in circles around a tree. Well, after I told my biology teacher about the experience, the teacher explained to me that ever since the visitors had come, animals tend to act differently because of certain magnetic shifts after they arrived. Nobody knows who the visitors really are, only that they came when nobody was looking. Just one day a few new people appeared out of nowhere. In fact, one of them lives quite close by to me, and his kids go to the same school as me. They’re nice, sometimes we play in their front yard, but they don’t have some of the same toys as I do, so it’s fun to see what kind of new games that they play with their different toys. Some days, I bring my toys over and we have a mash-up of my toys and theirs. The only thing is, their parents don’t let us play for too long. Religious reasons I suppose. Like I said, it takes me about fifteen minutes to walk home. Once I’m home I like to turn on the radio and listen to the poetry that the radio hosts read. Each poem they read aloud is supposed to make us feel calm after a tough day either going to school or working. My favorite poem is “When the Sky Touches Grey.” I like it because it talks about calming one’s inner self. I’m a pretty calm kid, I don't get upset easily, and when I do, it doesn’t last long. Once my parents come home I give them each a quick kiss and then go to my room. It’s what I do. Mom and Dad like to be alone. This one time I walked into the living room and I saw them sitting still with their eyes closed. They were humming something strange to each other. And when they opened their eyes all I could see was black in the place their irises should have been. But once they blinked they were back to normal… That was the last time I went downstairs without them calling me down for evening prayer or dinner. I like my room, it has toys all around it, even some on my bed! My favorite toy is Mr. President. Mr. President stands three feet tall and has a big black cloak on, with the hood pulled over his face. I’m pretty sure everyone has a Mr. President toy. I think he's my favorite because I always feel like he’s watching my back. Come dinnertime, Mom and Dad call me downstairs. They always call me by ringing a soft bell downstairs. Ever since I can remember they’ve called me down like that. As I make my way down the stairs and past all of our family portraits, there, I can see the many years of our family’s history, some of the pictures dating back to the dark ages, before Mr. President saved us. As I walk into the dining room, I greet each of my parents with a quick kiss. I sit down at the table and set my napkin over my lap. Dad places a plate in front of me. I’m overjoyed to see that it’s my favorite meal! Fried liver with a side of carrot root. I immediately begin to gobble down every bit of my meal. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten much today. Only the small sandwich that I had packed for myself. I finish my meal and place my dish into the kitchen sink, and then head over to the fridge to see what we have to eat in terms of desert. Mom and dad were still eating. Whenever they eat dinner they always sit silently, with their heads facing down towards their food, just like how I walk with my head down. I guess it runs in the family or something. I pull out the orange bars out of the freezer, and begin eating one as I make my way up to my room. As I finish the bar I toss the stick into my small trash bin and plop right onto my bed. I squirm my way under the covers and grab my Mr. President toy. I start to jiggle his arm around and think about the very normal day I’ve had. I pull out my favorite book, “Our World: A History.” I skip to my favorite part where it talks about the great war, the war which would end all wars. The book talks about how at first mankind had possessed a power that had the potential to wipe out all life. And they were about to use it, until a boy rose out of the crowd and started a movement. The movement took all the governments by force and was able to stop the destruction before it began. This happened 300 years ago and that boy went on to become Mr. President. Mr. President’s eyes begin to glow red, that's the sign that he wants me to go to bed. I set him down on my nightstand and make sure that he is facing me. I start to drift off to sleep, the only thing I can remember before I drifted off was the humming sound of mom and dad praying in the living room. We kicked off the new semester by creating self portraits. We traced over a picture of ourselves with a pen using a special shading technique. With this technique an image of ourselves appeared underneath our original picture. The image was able to transfer due to how we shaded the under side of the original picture.
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