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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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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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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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Monday, January 18, 2010
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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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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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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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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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