Goodbye Earth, pt. 13

Goodbye Earth
Page Thirteen

The final part!

“You’re sweet too,” I smiled, in a kind way, as if I was talking to an old woman who was down on her luck.

“Come on Star,” she said, “Let’s go swimming."
4 days passed, full of strange news coverage, sadness, and a sweet sprinkling of fun with Moon.

December 21, 2012

I awakened the morning of the polar shift with dread in my heart. That day, everyone on planet Earth, would experience fatal occurences. I got out of my sterile white bed, pulled the sheets up, and pulled on the clothes I’d been wearing the day when I last saw my family. Today was going to be a day of remembrance.

 I walked out of the sleeping quarters towards the main lobby and peeked out of the window. Niburu blocked my usual vision of Earth and I guessed that the polar shift might have already occurred. I walked over to the TV and turned it on. There was still a broadcast, so the polar shift could not have occurred. I watched as a man walked in his robe into the "living room". He stood silently behind the sofa, watching the television. The reporter man stood bundled in heavy coats during a roaring windstorm.

“Today is the predicted day of the apocalypse. I am beginning to believe it too. With wind gusts up to 500 mph. at the equator, we are not having an easy time. Already one third of the November population is dead, and we are expecting the toll to go up. Therefore, anyone watching, would you please sit down, take a break, and get to know your family! Do all the important things in life!” At that point, the wind really started howling. A tree was uprooted and slammed right into him. Moon, who was sitting next to me gasped. The television suddenly went static. Moon flipped through all the channels. I looked at Moon with a feeling of panic. I went to go and look out the window. A huge shock wave spread out around the Earth in a huge halo, and I could see it moving-spinning. That moment, I recalled Jerri, my best friend, Dad, who did not believe, Peace, my sister, Mom, my loving mother, and all mankind. I knew that there was no hope for them. They were all gone by then, and that moment they were witnessing firsthand what I was seeing from far away.

 All the people on the space station stood behind the thick glass panes. Some women cried, some were fainting, and others were utterly shocked. Then the woman who directed the space station came walking up.

“Everyone, please get away from the windows. We don’t want anyone breaking the glass!” she gruffly said. Directly, she grabbed Moon by the arm.

Moon wrestled free, crying and moaning, “I’m not taking this anymore!” She lifted the steel vase which she held in her hand.

“Moon, no!” I shouted. A tear stained Moon busted a large hole in the glass with her vase and bloody fist. The station's coordinater was shocked. Moon stepped out onto the ledge outside and jumped.

That moment I realized what a mess I had made of my life. Moon was dead, just like everyone else. By coming here, I had betrayed my family and ruined my life as well. I walked up to the hole in the window despite the screams of the observers. The lack of air parched my lungs as I looked out at the still space before me.

Voices of the past shot through my brain. I saw Jerri, Mom, Dad, and Peace. I knew they were waiting, smiling, beckoning for me. So I came to their call.

THE END

Goodbye Earth, pt. 12

Goodbye Earth
Page Twelve

“I don’t believe I got your name; what is it?” I asked.

“My name’s Moon, what’s your name?” she replied.

“Star," I responded.
Moon wore a stylish red camisole with green bra straps sticking out. On her legs, she had a flowing long white skirt. Her shoes were cute black espadrilles. Her hair was long and blonde, like Taylor Swift's.

“Hey Moon, let’s go to the pool and swim!” I said, trying to make light of the awful situation.

“That’s a good idea, but I’m kind of tired right now,” Moon said nicely.

“Okay, then lets watch some TV,” I suggested.

We sat down on the sofa and I turned on the television. News footage screamed at us like banshees warning of death.  A newswoman held her microphone closely to her face, as she stood hunched in her parka.

“This is a news report. Worldwide floods are destroying civilization! Please, take shelter in your attic or on your roof! Do anything to keep safe! Please, take shelter from the floods and keep away from oceans!” she screamed. The wind blew off her hat and the news report ended. All that existed on the screen was static. I cringed. Our house is probably in one of the tsunami zones. I wondered if worse was to come on the day of the polar shift. Moreover, I knew the truth. This was merely the beginning of the horrors. Moon looked at me.

“I live in Florida!” she moaned, and burst into sobs.

 I tried not to think about how she was feeling. I knew that I, too would feel that dread.  I do not think my family will die until the polar shift. However, I cannot be sure. The Tarantelly’s might be dead too. Moon looked up.

“I’m going to get some food at the cafeteria. Do you want to come?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m totally starved!” I exclaimed.
I walked with Moon through some halls to get the food at the cafeteria. The unusual part about the food was that it was all vegetables, because astronauts got it from a nearby planet which vegetables could live on but not animals.

I munched on my salad, thinking about my family. I wondered if anyone was thinking about me right now. Had Peace had fun seeing the Jonas Brothers? Perhaps the concert had been called off due to storms. My appetite was ruined by thinking of what my family was doing, and what Jerri was doing too. I looked up at Moon. She was thinking too, and I could see that she had little appetite as well. I reached out and tapped her hand.

“Moon, I think your family is just fine. Probably they evacuated,” I said, smiling.

Moon looked at me and shook her head.

“My dad says he wouldn’t leave his store if anything happened. He wants to die in that old store. I swear my parents wouldn’t do anything to save themselves,” Moon explained.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that,” I said, and gave her a smile. Moon started to bawl. I had seen so many tears; it was starting to drive me paranoid.

“I don’t have anyone in the world!” Moon moaned.

“You have a friend in me,” I said. Moon looked up and wiped away her tears.

“You’re a sweet girl, Star,” she said.
 
I had never thought of myself as sweet, but I guess if the shoe fits, wear it.
 
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Goodbye Earth, pt. 10

Goodbye Earth
Page Ten

Peace and I rolled our eyes. Jerri whispered, “Is your dad always that weird?”
“Yeah,” I responded.

At last, we arrived at NASA. I left the car first and slowly walked towards the watch tower. Luckily, we were the first to arrive in the glass room high in the air and could reserve the good spots. I stood there for a moment.

Mom rustled up behind me and whispered, “I do believe this is the end, Star.”

“Oh Mom, you don’t have to think like that,” I said, turning around.

She smiled and hugged me. Mom wiped a tear from her eye.

“I wish it wasn’t like this, sweetie pie,” she said. I looked downward and tried not to think about it. My grandma walked over and held me tight with her soft, saggy, bony arms.

“Now you don’t ever forget your grandma! Grandma’s old and she don’t care when she dies, so she’s happy you’re going to live!” she said, kissing me.

Grandpa kind of patted me and said, “Bye bye little astronaut!” I stood there looking at everyone in the knowledge that they were going to die while I was up there. I was kind of leaning on the wall when Peace came up to me.

“Star, I’m glad you’re going to live and I die, because you’re the greatest sister anyone could have,” she murmured.

“Really, Peace? I wish it was me to die,” I said, giving her a huge hug.

“Thanks for the tickets,” she said.

“No problem," I smiled.

Dad came walking over, looking strangely mystified about the situation, almost as if he had realized that he was going to be killed. Then that look disappeared.

"You-just- don't get it, Star," he said.

“Star!” called Jerri from across the room as she leaned on the wall.
I glanced at Dad, then walked past him to Jerri.
“Goodbye, Star,” she said, “Hope you have a great time up there.”

“Bye, Jerri,” I said.

Mom turned toward the windows. A large noise came over the intercom.

 "All boarders of the rocket, please come to the lift off station," a voice boomed.

“Goodbye!” everyone called.

“See you soon!” Dad grunted.

In the sea of people who had since arrived, the only ones distinguishable were those related to me. I slowly walked down the stairs, desperate to preserve the vision of their faces.

I walked along the pavement towards the line of people heading into the rocket.  After about 20 minutes, I was finally at the front of the line. The rocket was not yet upright so everyone got in his or her seats the same way as in a train. 
 
"You'd better wave goodbye one last time," the man said, looking up at the tower.
 
I looked up and waved at the tower, but I didn't see anyone recognizable. 
 
"Please get into your seat."
 
 I settled into the soft blue seat, buckled my seat belt, and took a deep breath. The man pulled a syringe out of his pocket, pushed it into my arm, and squeezed.

Then there was nothing. There was nothing at all.

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