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. 8

Goodbye Earth
Page Eight

“Huh?” Jerri answered.


“Can you come over today? Maybe you can sleep over. I just want to have as much fun with you as I can until I leave!” I said bravely.

“Oh thank you so much Star! My mom and I were saying I should sleep over! My dad will drive me over because he has to go to the bank by your house. I’ll be there in ten minutes!” Jerri replied.

“Okay, Jerri!” I said, and hung up. When I see everyone out the window of that rocket, it will be the last I see of him or her, forever, and ever. I sighed and went to talk to Peace.

“Hey Peace, what’s up?” I asked, finding her sitting on her bed solemnly.

“Nothing.” she replied.

“You know you should talk to me as much as possible before I leave,” said I.

“About what, Star?” Peace asked.

“Ask me anything, Peace, please."

“Do you think Joe Frisks is like, hot, or whatever?” Peace asked.

“Well…” I said, blushing. He was the guy I desperately wanted to marry back when I was nine. I do not like him anymore of course.   “I used to, but now strongly believe that he is a jerk,” I replied.

Peace turned white. She looked at me in disgust.

“I am like so totally going to barf! One of the kids at track told me you used to like him,” Peace said.

Then I was mad. The only person I had told that to was Jerri. In addition, she must have told her friend, Deckard, who incidentally was best friends with a girl on Peace’s track team. I could completely scream. I wanted to kill Jerri, but I suddenly realized I should not be angry for I would never see these people again.

I decided to talk some more with Peace.

“I was nuts about him for a while when I was nine,” I said, “Have you ever really liked a guy?”

Peace blushed in this freaky way. “I was just thinking about some guy who I realized is going to die before ever meeting me,” she said.

“Who?” I asked.

“Joe Jonas.”

I was now officially going to die. How could anyone give a hoot about Sharpie eye browed Joe Jonas? She didn't even know him! Nevertheless, I had to be mature about it.

“Well, you know what? I bet you I could arrange for you to meet him for real, in person, Peace!” I dug through my piggy bank, and pulled out my 500 dollars I had saved over the years. It was going to buy a car, but I decided to give it to Peace since I probably would not need it. In addition, Peace had 600 dollars.

"Combine this money with yours and buy backstage passes for the Jonas Brothers concert coming up on Monday, okay?” I said. Last night I'd seen on TV the backstage special for a Jonas Brothers concert down in Wytheville.

Peace’s face lit up. I had always seen her as witchy and annoying, but in fact, she was a cute girl with a lovely face.

“Oh thank you so much Star! I love you!”
 
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Goodbye Earth, pt. 6

Goodbye Earth
Page Six
Again, 2 days of Star's life are included in this page. Remember this in order to avoid confusion.

Jerri eyed me in the strangest way and I almost thought I had made a fool of myself. Then she grabbed me in a huge hug and said, "You know, you are my best friend, and I'm glad you're gonna live."


For the first time that day, I felt happy and carefree. I never would have thought that I would have a best friend. The best I could expect in my life was a person who did not just pretend to be my friend, because they wanted to use my badminton net, or whatever.

So that day I finally became real friends with Jerri Tarantelly, but also that day I did other things.

I learned the true meaning of what is going to happen in ten days.

I realized that I was best friends with someone.

I became a VERY stressed out girl.


Saturday, December 12, 2012

I walked through the parking lot of the NASA facility. My family was not allowed to enter the headquarters. I wore my hair in an excrutiatingly shiny style. I wore clean jeans, and a soft sweater. Upon my feet were my mom’s high-heeled black leather boots. Usually, I was not allowed to wear them, but this was a special occasion.

Upon entering the building a receptionist greeted me, saying,

“Miss Arusta? I am so happy to meet you! You are ten minutes early for the tour, but you should go into room 433 and wait for your teacher. There are two other people in there already, so just make yourself at home! These will be your friends and family when you go on the station!”

I smiled weakly and walked into the room. There was a teenage boy with glasses and a young blonde woman wearing a blue dress. I said hi, and they responded. I sat down on a hard metal folding chair. People poured in, mostly teenagers, scattered with a few toddlers. At last, the tour guide entered. She was a woman wearing a suit, skirt, and tie.

“Hello everyone. As you all know, you were chosen to live on a space station far away from home. Tomorrow you will set out on your journey on a rocket. You will be shot with a tranquilizing drug that will last you for most of the trip, up to the last 3 minutes. The journey to the station will take 4 days, and then you will cross a vacuum-sealed bridge. Some people find the trip across the bridge frightening, as it is made of clear plastic. You will be wearing a space suit of course so you can breathe. Space suits will be very heavy and you may feel exhausted and hot. However, after you cross the bridge, you can board the dock and strip of your suits. In the space station, there is a video arcade, bedding quarters, a cafeteria, a pool, and various other places to pique your interests. I’m going to pass out some papers telling what you can do at the dock,” she said, and passed out the papers. I felt excited for a moment, and then felt deep sorrow because my cat was going to die, my parents, my sister, my friend…” I could go on and on about all the people whom I was betraying. Then the woman continued.

“I must remind you that there are stem cells in a special room. When we are certain that everyone is comfortable in the space station, we will give birth to these children. In addition, there will be marriages in the space station. Everyone is required to, at some point, marry and reproduce. I understand some of you may already be married. Nevertheless, since your spouses will be dead, you will be a widow or widower. Every one of you married folks will definitely be widowed by April.” At that point, a sort of sad gasp emanated from the group. One woman started crying. The sound of her sobs made my eyes water.

The guide cleared her throat. “Soo that is our lesson. Go back home and say goodbye to your loved ones. A limousine will come to each of your houses tomorrow morning and pick up you, your family, and who ever else wants to watch you leave. Questions anyone?”

A teen boy spoke up. “Can I bring my dog?”

“No sir, we have size limits. Your dog cannot come.”

I felt the urge to ask if Chunky could come. “Ma’am, I think it’s absolutely unfair not to allow people to bring any personal belongings. I truly cannot leave my cat alone to die!” A chorus of yells came up in the group.

“I want to bring my pet rat!” one little girl shouted.

“My bird!” yelped a girl my age.

Soon the group was aloud with shouts of what pets they wanted to bring.
 
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Goodbye Earth, pt. 5

Goodbye Earth
Page Five

“Hi!” I exclaimed, as I jogged onto the track field.
I looked at Jerri Tarantelly, a girl who I hung around with at track.
“Hey, Star!” she said, her infectious smile beaming, “Today is game day at track and we just play soccer and tag!”

“Wonderful!” I said, rubbing my legs, “I’m exhausted!”

“I had a tiring day too. I went swimming all day at the Nautilus!” Jerri replied as I grabbed a soccer ball. Jerri’s friend Deckard came running over and the two girls danced a weird dance.

“I have got to go back to my team Jerri!” Deckard breathed between giggles.

“I'll call you later, Deck!" Jerri called.

“Umm, Jerri?” I asked.

“Yeah?” she answered with that same huge grin on her face.

“Have you heard of the Mayan calendar?” I inquired.

“Yeah. And it ends on December 21st this year, right?” she asked, rolling her eyes and kicking the ball between her legs.

“Yeah. Guess what else happens on that day? A planet that is usually far away from Earth will pass through our solar system, close and cause awful things to happen, like fires. People think that when it passed a long time ago, it may have caused Noah’s flood. There will also be a polar shift that will make people, like, drop down dead!” I said.

“Oh my gosh!” Jerri exclaimed, “That is the weird huge star I have been seeing lately? I thought it was Venus!”

Then she laughed. "It is Venus, isn't it?"

I shook my head with foreboding.

“Well, Jerri, there is a part that I haven’t told you about yet.”

"What?" she asked quietly, making the ambience one of bizarre horror.

“I’m going to live while everybody else dies,” I said, shrugging.

“What, did some wacko tell you that?" Jerri asked, regaining a smile to her face.

“No, NASA did. You see, a group of people is going to live on a space station way up in the sky where they can survive! You have to be invited to go, and I was invited.” I explained.

“Is that really true?” Jerri asked doubtfully.

“Yes! If you want proof come the day after tomorrow to see me go off in a rocket!” I said.

“You’re inviting me?” Jerri asked excitedly.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” I replied.

“Oh, thanks so much!” Jerri exclaimed.

“No problem,” I said.

There was silence out there on the field at George Wythe High School.

“Star?” Jerri asked, “Are you just going to abandon your family, and your friends?”

I had a sinking, disgusting feeling in my gut.

“Yes, I am.”

Jerri looked at me strangely as if I were doing something wrong.

“I guess I’ll go to heaven before you!” Jerri forced a smile.

Then suddenly I realized something. For the first time in my life, someone thought of me as a friend. Jerri really thought of me as her friend and I only thought of her as the girl I talk with at track.

“Jerri, you are such a great friend!” I said, smiling, “I won’t forget you. I’ll never forget you.”

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Goodbye Earth, pt. 4

Goodbye Earth
Page 4
She was in the basement doing laundry.

“Mom, I have to tell you something,” I said.

“I’m not going to hear anything about the end of the world, Star,” warned Mom, glancing into my eyes. I felt annoyed, as if she was denying my intelligence or bravery or some silly presumption of stupidity. Nevertheless, I needed to do this.

“I am not talking about that. I wanted to tell you that, well, I am a woman.” I suddenly felt flushed. How could I have said IT?

“Star, Congratulations!” she yelped, spreading her arms to embrace me.

“Well, Mom, I don’t have it right now. I wanted to tell you something else,” I said gravely.

“What, sweetie?” Mom asked tenderly.

“Well, this has been for almost two years,” I muttered.

Mom looked aghast.

“But you didn’t even have…a chest then!” Mom whispered.

“I know,” I said, feeling strangely guilty.

“And you didn’t tell me?” Mom asked. I think I saw tears in her eyes glistening.

“We went to shoot the .22 that day,” Mom murmured, her eyes looking far off.

I remembered that day with dread.

“You probably didn’t even have sanitary supplies!“ Mom yelped, hugging me. She brushed aside one gray hair, and tenderly smiled.

I wondered if I was red, green, or white.

“I'm proud you told me about it, Star,” she smiled, and let go, “I don’t mind.”

“Mom,” I whispered, “Can I go take a bath?”

“Oh, I guess I am crowding you! Sorry!” Mom smiled nervously. I started walking upstairs.

“Star?” Mom called. I looked back. “Star, remember. I love you!” she called.

I nodded and walked up the stairs. I drew a deep, hot bath and slipped in. I tried to envision myself wearing a bulky space suit, and living in the same place forever. Well, not forever, just until I died. Whatever. Peace suddenly barged into the bathroom, her 11-year-old face looking disgusted.

“Mom told me the good news!” Peace said, with fury.

I could die. If mom had told Peace WHEN I got it, I would so totally shoot myself. Because you know what Peace would do? She would scream her head off and be all like, THAT WHOLE TIME YOU WERE HAVING THAT? What can I say? I do not want that to happen.

“Umm, yeah isn’t that nice news?” I said.

“Oh yeah it is! First I find out you’re going to live while I suffer and die and then I find out you’re a menstrual monster!” Peace exclaimed, “I hate you! I really hate you!”

I burst into tears.

“Y’know Peace, I have been having a really stressful time with this whole thing, okay? It has not been good for me. Do you think I enjoy the thought of you, Mom, Dad and Chunky dying? I am not completely brutal! I’m really sorry about this!” I shouted.

“Okay, Star. I guess I am being a little unfair. However, I feel like I deserve to live. I do not want you to abandon me. Star, we have been so close in the past years. I don’t want you to leave me to die,” Peace sighed, her arms still crossed.

“Apology accepted,” I said, “Now can you leave?”

“Sure,” Peace replied, with a giggle.

I pulled some shampoo off the rack and squirted a pile of it on my head. I could not believe that tomorrow I would be visiting the NASA headquarters for an orientation, and that the day after that I would be boarding a rocket to the space station. I sank back into the bathtub, and tried to relax.
 
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Goodbye Earth, pt. 3

Goodbye Earth
Page 3
This page will include two days of Star's life. Keep that in mind to avoid confusion.

Shocked, I put down the letter and held it pinned to the bed. What should I do? Perhaps it was a joke. I ran my fingers over the letters precariously. Picking up the letter, I ran into the basement. Everyone was putting away the groceries and replenishing our winter storage. Swallowing tightly, I handed the letter to my mom.


“Read this,” I muttered.

Dad sauntered to Mom's shoulder, a grocery bag in his hand. He looked over Mom’s shoulder at the letter. Mom placed her hand over her mouth and tossed the letter on to the floor. She grabbed me, and pulled me close. I put my head over her shoulder and then tugged my self out of her clutch.

“Oh Mom! I don’t want it to be this way!” I sighed, holding her svelte shoulders at arm's length.

“Star, it just isn’t going to happen,” she smiled, shaking her head, “there is not going to be an end to the world! It’s all just silly nonsense.”

"But, Dad said, "You can go to get it out of your system."

I had a horrid feeling in my stomach, as if nothing was going to be the way they said. I just felt it in my gut that life was not as good as they all assumed. I sneaked up the creaky green stairs into my bedroom and grabbed the cell phone my sister and I shared. I dialed the NASA phone number, and took a deep breath.

Friday, December 11, 2012

I sat down quietly on my circle chair, my little "comfy cove". However, that day, I was not feeling comfortable. I opened up the internet on the laptop and typed in, Niburu. A representative from NASA had recommended it. Scrolling down the blue hyperlinks, I clicked a link to Youtube. All the videos I saw were generally disturbing and they altogether filled me with sorrow and pity for everyone who I had to leave behind. My cat, Chunky leaped onto the chair and climbed under my legs to get warm under the computer. He was a cute furry white cat whom I had rescued off the side of the road one stormy night when I was nine. I had run outside to grab my coat to keep it from getting wet when I heard a cat meowing from somewhere in the street. I looked around and finally saw two furry white paws clawing from inside of a gutter. You know those gutters without grates that kind of go under the sidewalk? Well that is where the cat was. I crouched down, grabbed those paws tightly, and pulled him out. He was a nasty little cat, all wet and ugly. However, I dried him off and the next day he was dry. He was wearing a little jingling collar, and a tag. He belonged to the people of the house down the street, which a dreadful fire had consumed. All the people had died in the hospital. That little cat has been my lovely pet for 3 years now. Could I leave him to die while I lived on a space station somewhere in space? Most certainly not! That would be absolutely worse than being abandoned out on a stormy night. I put down the laptop and just cuddled Chunky. He squirmed and jumped out of my clutch. I just lie back and let out a sigh. I looked up at the ceiling and thought, “Oh my gosh.” It seemed just so weird to be actually witnessing the end. This must be the end of life. This must be the end of the world. Perhaps it is wrong to survive. If God wanted me to live, he wouldn't have made the end of the world. I then realized that I had ten more days to live on Earth. I would make the rest of my life the best of my life. I placed the laptop on the floor, stood up, and went to the basement. There was something my Mom needed to know.
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Goodbye Earth, pt. 2

Goodbye Earth
Page Two
“Oh my gosh, are we going to die?” Peace asked.

“Your mother said it isn’t going to happen!” shouted Dad, appearing  nervous.

“Is this the thing with the Mayan calendar?” I asked, “Mayans are very intelligent and are never wrong. If they said the world was going to end, they would certainly be correct!”

Peace looked at me with incredulous blue eyes.

“I think the Bible says that you won’t know the day or the hour!” she said.

“So? As if the bible is right about everything?” I yelped.

“Yeah, it is!” Peace shouted.

“Holy roller!” I screamed in annoyance.

Dad screamed, “Shut up!"

“Fred, calm down,” Mom murmured, holding Dad's arm, “Children can be very excited about this kind of thing. It can really worry them.”

I shook my head, amazed that my parents didn't believe. My entire life, I'd spent a lot of time reading history books and reading about the ancient Mayans. How could they be wrong? The calendar ended there.

“You see, girls, I don’t believe the world can ever end. It goes on and on because there is no way anything really can exist or not exist. Asking if the world exists is like asking how many monks it takes to put in a light bulb. The answer is one and not one. The world exists and not exists,” Mom lectured.

“Please Mom. I happen to know that’s a crock of bull!” I said sarcastically. By then we were pulling into the driveway.

“Why is it a crock of bull, Star?” Dad asked, looking cold.

“Because…because…I don’t know but it just seems like every principle I’ve been taught turns away from my life. Nothing really holds true for me!” I said, tears in my eyes, “The world is ending. I feel it in my blood. The animals are not flourishing as they used to. Everything is ending. Everything is going to sleep. The Earth is dying.” I looked outside at the bleak, cold landscape outside our small, cold Virginia home.
Mom sighed.

“Well, you know, maybe it is all coming to an end. Whatever will be will be!” Mom said, quoting an old song.

We all got out of the car and walked inside of the drab white house. I tossed my keys on the kitchen table and crawled onto my bed. Then I heard something pushed through the mail slot. I got up to check it, hoping for a letter. Instead, I found only one parce.  It was something from NASA. I was about to call my mom when I saw to whom it was addressed. The name on the envelope was mine. I read it over again. Yes, Star Arusta was the name imprinted upon the envelope. Why would NASA be sending me a letter? Why, they could not even know I exist. I slowly walked into the kitchen, and grabbed the letter opener. I sat down on my disk chair, my prized possession. Upon pulling out the letter, I read:

Miss Arusta:


A select group of young individuals has been chosen to live on a special space station where they can survive the events of the Niburu fly by. On December 21, 2012, there will be a polar shift that will cause unimaginable effects to the Earth. Twenty selected persons between the ages of 2 and 30 have been chosen to live upon a ship. These people alone will live through the effects of the flyby. These people are only the most talented people in the world; these people can make our new world complete. You, Star Arusta, are one of the people who have been chosen to leave your family and survive. Please remember, if you stay on Earth, you will not live. If we do not receive your response by telephone before 10:00 P.M tomorrow, we will renegotiate and get another person to fill the spot.


Sincerely,


General Peterson
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Goodbye Earth, pt. 1

Goodbye Earth
Page One

Thursday, December 10, 2012
I collapsed to the grass exhausted after the exercises at track.

“I am no track chick!” I panted to Jerri, who sat next to me likewisely bushed.

“Me either,” Jerri replied.

“I can’t tell that. You do hurdles so well,” I responded, smiling at Jerri. She rolled her eyes.

My teenaged coach sat up. “Okay girls, you can all go home now,” she said in her husky voice as her brawny boyfriend wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.

“Eww,” Jerri whispered.

“The sky looks like it is going to snow, maybe track will be called off tomorrow,” I said, looking up at the cloudy sky.
"That'll be a relief," sighed Jerri, standing up.
I lifted myself off the ground with a grunt and plucked up my bag.

“Bye!” I said to Jerri, noticing my family waiting on the bleachers.

“See you!” called Jerri, running across the field.

I walked back to my parents. My mother stood wrapped in blankets, looking chilly and tired.

“Let’s go home now!” she whispered, puffs of steam emanating from her mouth.

“Awww, Mom. It isn’t that cold,” I said, “I’m wearing a T-shirt”

“A cup of hot chocolate awaits me at home!” Mom murmured as we walked back to the car. Our rusty pickup shivered as Dad turned the key. Mom turned on the heater. I realized how cold I was and snuggled next to my sister, Peace. Peace pushed me away.

“Geez, it’s not like I want to be near you!” I exclaimed.

“Okay, okay. Just don’t act so lovey,”

“Umm…That wasn’t lovey.”

Peace sighed. “Whatever.”

I sat back in my seat, and tried to keep warm. Mom turned on the radio and out blasted the noise of a talk show. I heard the word apocalypse and turned my ears to the noise. At the words, “December 21 is the day! Prepare to see the Messiah!” my dad turned off the radio. Silence filled the car.

“Uh, what does that guy mean?” I asked quietly.

“Nothing, sweetie,” my mom said, “It’s just something people think is going to happen. It is just a silly rumor.”

“Well, Mom I think I should know about this!” I yelped.

“Well, people say that a planet will pass Earth on December 21, 2012 and cause cataclysmic occurrences. That probably won’t happen, though.”

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