“Now go!” A loud, yet soft voice yelled....I’d woken up from a bad dream I cannot seem to remember. I found myself lying in the grass of a field not too far from my home around 8:30pm. I remembered I was collecting sticks for the fireplace back home. I recollected myself and my bags and walked back home. I returned to an argument between my mother and father.
“He is not joining those fools in the military!” My mother screamed towards him. “The boy is 15! He’s old enough to make his own decisions and follow through with them,” He told her. They finally noticed me standing in the doorway as tears started to form in my eyes. Looking at me speechless, my mother came towards me and leaned in to hug me. “Get away from me!” I yelled, as the tears began to flow down my face. I threw down the bags and sticks and ran outside towards the town streets. Unintentionally, I ran into a childhood friend, Nick. He was sitting on the ground reading a peculiar book I’d never seen. To read more of The Comet, click here.
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