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I woke up and opened my closet to find my roller skates, but heard a weird beeping noise, as if the microwave was in my room. My forehead wrinkled as I looked for the source, and then I saw it. On the top of my stack of folded shirts was a little black square with a rectangular screen at the top. Whenever the device beeped, the screen blinked and the little red numbers on it ticked a second lower. A timebomb. Really? Looks like my brother wanted to be a trickster. Again.
“Crash! What is wrong with you!?” I yelled, just before the beeping came to an end.
BOOM! The tiny thing blew up and suddenly I was blown back by a force that blew me out the window and splat out into the back yard, where my father was outside talking to his old buddy, as usual.
I slowly lifted my heavy head off the concrete, a stain of gray ash left where my face was.
Rage filled my body, and from my feet upward, my whole body started to shake. Steam came out of my ears like a steam engine’s puff.
“Pop! Crash tried to blow me up again!” I turned and yelled.
“Oh, so what? You both try to annoy the heck out of each other everyday,” Pop said, then lifted his eyes to stare off into the forest behind our backyard, his buddy saying a bunch of ‘Wa-wa-wa’s’ on the other side of the phone. “What’s that Ku? You got cross-eyed again? Well, maybe if you stopped jumping up when you got scared, your eyes would stop popping out of your head in mid air and then coming back in the opposite sockets.
I rolled my eyes. Clearly my father wasn’t listening to me. I walked into the house to make myself some breakfast.
Eggs and bacon is one of the best and nearly easiest meals to make. I always end up getting egg yolk all over the place, but the way I cook my bacon is just perfect, according to all my family members.
I could practically see the steamy smell from the bacon lifting out of the pan and wafting around the house. Actually, I could. Crash floated blissfully into the kitchen, his eyes closed and his face in a dopey smile as he gravitated over to the bacon by the smell.
“Oh no you don’t!” I stepped in front of him and fanned the waft away, making him fall to the ground. As he landed on his bottom to the ground, I can only describe the sound he made as a POP, as if someone sat on a full bag of popcorn.
“Ouch! Let me have some bacon!” Crash yelled, getting up and reaching his hand past me over to the pot.
“No!” I turned and grabbed his hand and pushed it back. “After blowing me up, you ‘ain’t gettin’ no bacon!”
We pushed and shoved until we made a dust cloud of tussling. All I saw was dusty yellow mist as Crash’s hand came flying at me at random intervals.
At one point his right arm actually got a punch on my face, making me absolutely FURIOUS. I began to hit, punch and kick wherever I could, smiling only when I saw my left leg kick the bottom of his jaw out of the clouds.
“HEY HEY! Enough of that!” Yelled our Pop.
Our fighting cloud evaporated as we stared up at Pop, his eyebrows fixed right above his black eyes.
“He started it!” I yelled at the same time Crash yelled that I started it. I wanted to punch him solid again. I hated when my brother mimicked what I said, ‘cause then Pop would think we both were brats. When really only one of us was.
“You guys need to learn to get along! Don’t you both understand that one day, me and your mama won’t be in the world, and it will only be just you two to look after each other?”
“Yeah, but that day isn’t any time soon,” Crash told Pop.
“Yeah, and I wouldn’t want it to be because I HATE CRASH!” I yelled.
Right after I said that, the world began to shake. The vibrating tiles on the floor tickled my feet, and the glass and wooden supplies in the kitchen began to clink and clank on the counter. Pop’s hands began to raise, his eyes widening.
After swaying at intense speeds, I fell over, slamming onto my hands and knees. The world got dark. I lifted my head up to face the back door. A dark gray replaced the sun rays coming from the back door. I slowly got up, keeping my eyes on the gray window.
I slowly walked towards the door, afraid of what I’d be met with outside. I heard my brother walk after me, but I was too angry to look at him. I was also too shocked at the huge black object covering the sun. It had red, blinking lights, kind of like the time bomb my brother had left for me in my room. It was a ship.
This ship was HUGE. It covered the skies, blocking out any natural light the sun could give off. The back and the front of the ship were long, sharp points, like the top of a church tower, with three shorter points on the left and right. I think it was a spaceship, because as it came closer to earth, a huge cold wind blew through my wild black curls.
A rectangular piece at the bottom of the ship lowered, and out flew a tiny, green figure.
Only one thought was in my mind at the moment. What was going on!? My breathing grew quicker and lighter, and I was thinking about passing out.
“What is that thing, Kapow?” I heard Crash ask from behind me. For once, it felt good to hear his voice, like I wasn’t alone and the only one scared.
Some blue figure flew out of the ship next to the green one, and handed him something. The green object nodded and ate whatever he was given, and next thing I knew, the thing was twelve times bigger.
“Ah!” I yelled. I heard various screaming and yelling from the neighborhood and even the city that was not too far away. The green figure turned out to be a weird Man that was completely green, his skin to his clothing, to his curly hair as untamed as mine. His eyes were yellow, with red irises. I didn’t like how small they were and how big his shark-like teeth were as he smiled down at Earth.
I screamed again, while Pop ran upstairs to Mom’s cry. Dang, did Pop even care about me?
“Attention, Persons of all types. You destroyed my planet. You took from me what I cared most about, and now, you shall pay.”
And with that, the point at the front end of the ship turned red.
Chaos ensued. A red beam shot from the ship. It was so bright my eyes watered and hurt to even glance at it. So loud my ears felt like they would explode from pain, or maybe blood would leak out the sides of them.
The beam caused a huge neon red explosion far west of us that was perfectly round, forming a dome in the distance that was growing larger slowly and more fatally by the second.
Then the back of the ship shot another red beam at the city. I heard the loudest screams I’ve ever heard in my life! As if an army mice were now human sized and yelling until their throats gave out. The city was immediately trapped in another one of those red domes.
My family was trapped. Deadly hot explosions on either side of us. I wanted to cry and scream at the same time.
“We have to do something, Kapow! Quick!” yelled Crash to me. I turned and saw his black eyes twitching with fear.
“I-!” I started, but I stopped after one word. What could I say? This had never happened before. I turned to the house.
“POP! POP! MOM! WHAT DO WE DO!?” I shouted.
“Dig a whole underground! Hide!” My father yelled back. I could barely hear his faint voice over the sound of the Earth cracking.
“BUT POP! POP!? WHAT ABOUT YOU!?” I screamed, but to no answer. I called Pop again, but that’s when Crash shoved me a shovel. “Start digging! We have to dig down to safety before that explosion cooks and eats us!” Crash was practically melting, how many drops of sweat I saw on his face.
The heat from the blasts was uncomfortable. I had a sweat mustache and my shirt sticking to my back. That explosion had heated up this early morning unnaturally quickly. We had to get out of the way.
With our rapid-montage-worthy speed, me and my brother were able to quickly dig a huge hole with our shovels, dirt and drops of sweat splashing at our sides. When we finally had a hole big enough for a family of bears, we hopped in and shoved the dirt back over us.
My heart beat fast. Where was Mom and Pop?
“KIDS, I JUST WANT YOU TWO TO KNOW, WE LOVE YOU-” I heard Mom yell, and then she was cut off by the deafeningly loud roar of the heat wave that came at us, turning the whole world above us dark.
My name is Shila Williams. I am 16 years-old, and I’ve had a passion for writing and drawing ever since I could spell. I grew up in North Carolina, as well as lived and traveled abroad. I write to inspire kids' minds to imagine and take them on a fun and adventurous journey.
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