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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Sunday, January 17, 2010
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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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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Thursday, January 14, 2010
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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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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Monday, January 11, 2010
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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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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