14 Days Before the Bomb Part Two
John Jr.'s face was buried in his left hand as his teacher droned on about the quadratic equation.
The Spanish teacher in the next room over slammed open the door interrupting the lecture.
"Sarah, turn on the news!"
The teacher felt a bit of contempt for the portly woman who not only interrupted her class, but called her by her first name in front of her students.
"Pardon me, MISS Stevens, but can I have a quick word with you?"
Both the teachers walk outside. After about one minute, the math teacher barges back in, hastily turning on the television and slapping the channel buttons to find a news station.
"...the aftermath leaving 130,000 dead. The city is still burning, but the fire will most likely have to burn itself out as civilian firefighter crews are unlikely to go into the middle of a war zone..."
The television began to fade in Johnny's mind as he stopped paying attention to the front of the room and slowly unzipped his bag to pull out a comic book.
Just as he was about to open the book, a small hand slapped onto his shoulder.
"Johnny! Oh my god, those people are dead. It's only time until they come and kill us too."
He turned around to find a small blonde girl tearing up and hyperventilating.
"Nah, we're good," he said to her. He turned around to open his comic book but was interrupted once more, this time by a hairy arm that came over his shoulder and latched on to his side under his chest, nearly knocking the wind out of him.
"You ready to kill some chinks John, lets sign up!"
John tried to struggle out of his classmates grasp. "Let go please."
"Queerbait."
"Christ, I wouldn't mind this place getting shot up a bit," Johnny thought. He quickly darted his eyes around fearing that he whispered his last thought out loud, but he did not.
He opened the comic book to the dog-eared page and began to read:
"You know you won't get away with this," the generic brunette in the top right corner squealed. "He'll get you, he always gets you."
The smiling villain took out his knife and held it up to the light over his right shoulder.
"But you won't be alive to see it if he does."
The last panel has the dead woman laying on the floor with the door open in the background. The villain starts up his car.
Johnny flips the page wide-eyed.
"Sick of acne? This is what you've been waiting for!"
The back page is blank. Two more advertisements are splayed out on the back cover.
The Spanish teacher in the next room over slammed open the door interrupting the lecture.
"Sarah, turn on the news!"
The teacher felt a bit of contempt for the portly woman who not only interrupted her class, but called her by her first name in front of her students.
"Pardon me, MISS Stevens, but can I have a quick word with you?"
Both the teachers walk outside. After about one minute, the math teacher barges back in, hastily turning on the television and slapping the channel buttons to find a news station.
"...the aftermath leaving 130,000 dead. The city is still burning, but the fire will most likely have to burn itself out as civilian firefighter crews are unlikely to go into the middle of a war zone..."
The television began to fade in Johnny's mind as he stopped paying attention to the front of the room and slowly unzipped his bag to pull out a comic book.
Just as he was about to open the book, a small hand slapped onto his shoulder.
"Johnny! Oh my god, those people are dead. It's only time until they come and kill us too."
He turned around to find a small blonde girl tearing up and hyperventilating.
"Nah, we're good," he said to her. He turned around to open his comic book but was interrupted once more, this time by a hairy arm that came over his shoulder and latched on to his side under his chest, nearly knocking the wind out of him.
"You ready to kill some chinks John, lets sign up!"
John tried to struggle out of his classmates grasp. "Let go please."
"Queerbait."
"Christ, I wouldn't mind this place getting shot up a bit," Johnny thought. He quickly darted his eyes around fearing that he whispered his last thought out loud, but he did not.
He opened the comic book to the dog-eared page and began to read:
"You know you won't get away with this," the generic brunette in the top right corner squealed. "He'll get you, he always gets you."
The smiling villain took out his knife and held it up to the light over his right shoulder.
"But you won't be alive to see it if he does."
The last panel has the dead woman laying on the floor with the door open in the background. The villain starts up his car.
Johnny flips the page wide-eyed.
"Sick of acne? This is what you've been waiting for!"
The back page is blank. Two more advertisements are splayed out on the back cover.
I like this. Life goes on on different levels . . I like this . . .
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This little piece made me sad. I'm just sorry you've had to grow up ina world that is the way it is now. I think it used to be a little better..not sure... too violent and dumbed down for me. interesting writing. So keep it coming. Be well.
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