Our World

[Chaukai]

I like your story! It has lots and lots of twists!

[Blablob]

Chapter 3: The Dreams
I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

But, there it was. Right in front of me. Like a big slap in the face.

The cop walked over to me, and said “What’s your name, son?”

It started off as a stutter, but I managed to croak “Bryan Jackson.”

He took out some papers, and scrolled through them, like he was looking for my name on a VIP list to a birthday party.

“Hm….Jackson…Jackson…..AH! Here we go!”

He stared at me with an amused look. What’s there to be amused about?

“We got a call awhile ago that a boy named Bryan Jackson had gone missing. Would that be you, son?”

Well, talk about a sticky situation. If I tell him “Yes”, I’ll have just blown my only shot to getting my brother. And if I say “No”, then….then….

“That’s not me, sir. I live around here.” I lied.

“Huh. Well, the descriptions for the missing boy are: a 14-year old Caucasian male with long brown hair, about 5 foot. I would say those qualities fit you. Wouldn’t you?”

Well, I was screwed.

After a rough 10 seconds of discomfort, he told me to get in the car. He didn’t cuff my hands or anything; not like a real criminal. We just calmly started up the car, and drove off, away from Chuck’s place (wherever he was), and away from my chance to find my brother.

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We had drove 20 minutes without a word, mostly because I was not in the mood to say anything.

And speaking of my mood.

If you could only bear to be in my shoes, knowing you had lost your one chance. Well, I don’t know how to explain it much more than that. I would hope you try to understand, at least. Where I live, our world is a completely different world.

Finally, however, I broke the silence. “Um…officer? Would it be too much of a trouble to ask if you could take me to see my little brother?”

“We’ve already got a destination. We’re going to the police station.”

“Yeah, I know. But…maybe you could just go get him for me?”

Trees and houses passed by us. Kids were playing basketball, I saw a 2 dogs playing, a man and a woman walking; such happy lives. If only they knew.

“Why? Is there something wrong with him?”

“No…it’s just…I need to see him.”

“What for?”

“It’s kind of personal.”

The truth was, I didn’t know why I wanted to see him. I mean, I had spent a long time trying to find him, homeless and whatnot; but what would I do when I found him? More problems would simply run up: We’d both be homeless, and we’d have to get food, shelter, this and that, and so on and so on.

So…should I just live my life out? Pretend that my past never happened? No brother, no father, no mother; NOTHING?

“Well, sorry kid. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.”

No. I can’t run away from these problems. Alex is my problem, and I need to fix it. I need to find him, so we together can get to the bottom of the conflict that my dad has been having. We together are the only ones who can do it.

My problems had only begun, so it’s time I face them head on.

The cop told me we were almost to the police station. I assumed maybe another 5 minutes and then we’d be there.

“By the way, you can call me Officer Randy” the cop told me.

“Um…okay, Officer Randy.” I replied.

My life seemed so sad compared to other people. I know my parents—and your parents, most likely—always told me to be appreciative of what I had, and that someone was always off worse than me. But that’s just it; what do I have? The only other person that could be off worst than me was someone stranded in a desert, or a dead person.

All I had left was my will to keep going. And Alex was the only thing keeping that will alive. So if something were to happen to him…

I wanted to face my problems, but not right now. Right npw, I just wanted to sleep. Everything was becoming a phase, and I was very drowsy. I didn’t even lie down. I fell asleep while sitting up.

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I had another dream.

I was up in the sky, looking down at this creepy-looking house. It was a big house; about as big as a mansion. It didn’t look clean enough to be a mansion, though.

Again, I couldn’t do anything; I couldn’t move, talk, or anything else. The next thing I knew, I was up against one of the windows of the house. Inside, I saw the same lady from my other dream. She was British looking, and she reminded me of some private school teacher. Even though it was just a dream, I…I….feared her.

The woman was facing a man who looked like her as well. They were having a conversation, and since this was a dream, I could hear it.

“But Ann, the children deserve a day out!” I heard the man say.

“Day out, shmay out! These children have learned NOTHING!” The woman replied.

“Come on, Ann. They’re only children. We’d be failing as foster parents if we didn’t let these kids enjoy themselves.”

“Steve, my decision is final. The children remain in my class UNTIL all 4 of them pass with flying colors.”

“But they HAVE passed. They’ve all received C’s, B’s, and A’s.”

“Well, yes. With the exception of that little one, they have all done well. But I need them ALL to pass.”

“Well, Ann, I see it this way. You’ve put a 12 year old boy in a class with 3 other 15 year olds, and expect them all to pass the same class? Ann…you have to be considerate here.”

“I don’t have to be anything. That boy defied me yesterday, in a way no one ever HAS defied me, and the punishment I gave him was Heaven compared to what I wanted to do to him. I’m taking away all his privileges forever. Not for a week, not until he passes, not unless he begs for forgiveness; FOREVER. I’ll go tell him now. He should be thankful I’m being generous.” And she walked out.

By heart, I knew they were talking about Alex. Not every question was answered yet about these dreams, but a lot of them were. That lady was a maniac, and Alex obviously did something to tick her off. Also, they were the foster parents of my brother and 3 others. By the looks of their house, I’d say they could afford enough money to teach their own class…just not enough to support all grade levels. Also, the punishment Ann had given to Alex the other day was an electric shock. But she still wanted to punish him. The foster parents’ names were Ann, and Steve.

And these dreams weren’t just dreams. They were visions.

[spookyghost]

This story is sooo sad!!! But good! 10/10

[MICrophone]

Hmm…interesting. I like it…keep it coming!

[Blablob]

Update

Just a heads up, I will probably only be adding chapters on weekends now; 1 chapter per weekend. So you can expect a chapter this upcoming weekend: Chapter 4 (subtitle unknown). I won't go into anything about chapter 4 now, but I can say it will be full of surprises.

[Blablob]

Chapter 4: The Showdown (Small Preview)

Never gonna give you up; never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry; never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna tell a lie, and hurt you.

The music played out from the Convertible beside us. We stopped at the stoplight, and the cop drank his coffee. Very unsurprising of a cop to have coffee in the first place.

Finally, the light turned green, and the convertible took off as quick as it came to a stop. “That guy is going awfully fast” The cop said. The cop lights flared, and we took off after the guy. We were soaring past other cars, past houses and lights, and everything else imaginable. We were going pretty fast, but I’d been in a faster car before.

When we caught up to the car—which I could now hear (over the siren of the cop car) that he was now listening to I Stand Alone—The cop pulled out a microphone of some sort, and shouted “PULL OVER! I REPEAT! PULL OVER!”

But the guy kept on going. “Okay, son. You wanna play it that way? Fine.” The cop said, and he pulled out his walkie-talkie and said something in it. I didn’t hear it. Actually, it’s not like I couldn’t hear it; it’s more like I wasn’t listening.

Not long after, more cop cars came dashing down the street. Three cop cars blocked the Convertible’s only exit, but the car kept going anyway, and crashed into the middle car. Even after, he still kept going.

“Okay, I see this guy’s game.” The cop said. And we took off after the car.

Why did I have to always be in the middle of things? Couldn’t I just have a normal life? I didn’t ask for this. What did I do to deserve it? I’m a good person. I do well in school, I have friends, I haven’t broken the law; what did I do? Do things happen for a reason? If they do, then it’s no good reason.

As we approached the convertible, the cop took out his gun, and he said “Hold on, kid. Tight.” And he slammed on the brakes, nearly making me fly head-first out of the car, and he jumped out of the car, and started shooting at the convertible. He didn’t aim at the guy; he aimed at the wheels. Then, once he shot all four tires, he jumped back in the car, and we took off again.

The convertible soon came to a rocky, bumpy stop, and the cop jumped out again and said “Freeze. You’re under arrest for Blah, blah, blah.” Okay, he didn’t day that, but he might as well have. The other cops arrived, and searched his car. “What do we have here?” one of the other cops said.

She pulled out some pipe, connected to a bottle, which was smoking. A bong, I thought.

The cops talked amongst themselves and nobody paid attention to me. So I made my move. I ran off, and the cop that had driven me had called out “HEY BRYAN! STOP!” And he started running after me. I ran into an alley, took a left, and found myself a dead end. “Psst” Someone called out. I looked to my right, and it was a wall-shaped door, that blended in with the wall itself. “Come in here. I’ll keep you safe.” A man said. I immediately ran inside, and right before the man could open the door, I heard the cop mumbling that he couldn’t find me.

I know, I know. It was a short preview. And that probably means it will be a short chapter. I've been busy lately, so I'm not gonna be albe to work on my story as much anymore. Nonetheless, expect more of Chapter 4 sometime in the future.

[Blablob]

Huh.........you know what? I've started to lose interest in this story. Can you believe that? Well, I think I'm not gonna work on it anymore. I'll work on another story; something a bit simpler, with longer chapters, and I won't try to make it a sad story. Sorry to all those fans out there who were waiting for my next chapter. I will try my best to stick to my next story and not abandon it like this one.