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. 7

Goodbye Earth
Page Seven

The guide was in tears.

"Everyone, we just can't allow pets!" she exclaimed, waving her arms in despair. Then she looked up. “I'm going to be left to die. So, for me, stop complaining about your animals. It just makes me feel terrible. Anyway, there will be animals on the ship raised for livestock,” she murmured, and left the room. I silently gave everyone a glance, and in an effort to make friends, I said to the girl, “I’m sorry about your bird. What’s his name?”

She barely looked up, and grabbed me in a hug, just as Jerri had done.

“His name’s Kakos,“ she said, wiping her tears away.

“My cat’s name is Chunky and I saved him out of a gutter,” I said.

“Oh really?” she forced a smile, “I saved my bird from a gutter too.”

“That’s great," I said sadly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” said the girl. Quietly, I walked out of the complex and jumped into the backseat of the pickup.

“How’d it go?” asked Peace, turning toward me and trying to appear comforting.

“Horrible, just like everything else surrounding this. Everybody was sad and mournful,” I replied.

“I’m so sorry about that, Star. I really am,” she said, wrapping her arm around me. I leaned on her back.

My dad then brought up his 2 cents on the situation.

“It's not going to happen!” he shouted, and pounded the dashboard.

I looked down and thought in my mind angry phrases about my father’s weirdness. He was only trying to comfort himself by convincing himself that nothing was going to happen. I sighed and leaned back in my seat. A very quiet ride ensued. At last, we arrived back at home where Chunky walked up to me meowing happily. I petted him and pretended to be happy about seeing him. I mean I was happy, but it felt like I was seeing him for the last time. I went inside and swaggered into the small kitchen. I looked in the phonebook for Tarantelly. I dialed the number.

“Hello?” answered a woman’s voice, sounding strained and slightly angry.

“Hi this is Star Arusta and can I talk to Jerri? I think you met me at track,” I said.

“Oh yes, Star, I'll get her,” Mrs. Tarantelly replied, her voice sounding a little uplifted.

“Hello?” Jerri’s voice asked

“Hey Jerri, its Star,” I said.

“Oh hi, Star! Guess what? I can see you tomorrow! I’m so happy, even though I won’t see you again,” Jerri said excitedly.

“Yeah. Okay. Just come to my house at 9 in the morning so we can have time to hang out before a limo comes to pick me up and bring me to the lift off station at 12 P.M, okay?” I said.

“Mom! Can I walk over there for 9 in the morning?” she yelled. There was a pause.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll be there tomorrow,” Jerri said.

“See you later Jerri,” I said.

“Tra la!”

I put down the phone, and then hit the redial button.

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