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(Present Time, 1965)
“Wellllll, which one of you is itttt?” Wavy shadows flickered across his vision. A ringing resounded through his ears, a long ringing that wouldn’t stop. “Tellll, me!” A loud snapping sound sounded in his ear as he heard screaming. “Soooo, none of you wants to talk, eh?” Dim light began to enter his eyes. The ringing lessened.
He tried to move, but was unable to. “Tell me, or I kill you all, every last man, woman, and child.” Coherent thoughts mixed with his incoherent ones to make reality mix with dream and dream with reality. “Who is the one?” A loud bang resounded through the air as the sound of a body fell to the gravely earth.
“Tell me or you all end up like him!” The color was almost full, and the ringing nearly gone, but his body could merely twitch. “Fine, then die.” He could see flashes shine through his half-closed eyelids as the sounds of screaming and gunfire mingled together to make a discordant, unharmonious tune.
His hands trembled as he tried to move, tried to save them, but eventually all sound ceased. “Pathetic,” he could hear. Then he gave up, and let unconsciousness take back over.
I whistled loudly and all the dogs came running back up the stairs. I opened the door and let them all back inside. Six dog biscuits and fifteen minutes of playing fetch later, I was finally able to relax. The dogs had all taken their usual places around the kitchen, knowing that I'd be making a snack.
I pulled open the refrigerator and gazed inside. A half gallon of milk, two bruised apples, various condiments, a few slices of cheese, and a loaf of bread. Not much. Half the time Mom remembers to buy food for the dogs, but not for her and I. This was one of those times.
I grabbed the loaf of bread, a slice of cheese, and a bottle of mustard and slammed the fridge shut behind me. Ham and cheese without the ham. Perfect, just perfect. My day was just getting better and better.
I groaned as I remembered the mess Benny made that I hadn't cleaned up yet. Ah, well, it could wait until after I ate. What I needed was ham and cheese to make up for the crappy day. But we had no ham.
My day started out just fine, but it went down hill as soon as I got to school. First, I got my essay back in English class and got a 67 on it. It was a two work critical lens, which is about as awful as it sounds. I was supposed to compare two novels through a famous quote, but apparently my teacher didn't think I did it right. She wrote me a lovely comment about how I'd have to start doing better if I had any hope of passing the Regents exam at the end of the year. Next, I spilled my soda on my lap during lunch and had to walk around with a wet spot on my jeans for the next three periods until it dried. Then, to end the lovely school day, my friend Ducky told me that she would not be able to sleep over at my house that night because she was being forced to babysit her little brothers.
The last thing I needed was to come home to another mess courtesy of the mischievous mutt. I wish Mom would just crate him like the other dogs. Then he wouldn't be able to make trouble. But he's the one dog who will not calmly stay in a crate all day. He has one and is perfectly content to stay in it while we are home, but the moment we leave the house, he freaks out. It kind of defeats the purpose of a crate, if you ask me. So, Benny remains uncrated during the day, and despite our extensive dog proofing, he finds things to get into.
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