Dystopian Short Story: Part 2
1203 hours
Wing Family House
65° F
JUNE
The note lies on the front porch. “Day!” I yell. He quickly runs over and looks at the note in my hand.
“What’s that?” Day asks.
“I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me,” I say.
I inspect the note as I slowly open it. I take the letter placed inside the envelope and look for anything that would tell me who sent it. I read it intently, ‘Hello Day and June. I want to inform you that the two of you are invited to meet us at 30th Avenue 15 minutes past midnight. I expect to see you both there. From: P.’
This note makes me wonder who that could be. Then a thought comes to my mind: the Patriots! That makes so much sense. I glance at Day to see him already looking at me. His face shows a concerned look while glancing back at the letter. I quickly blurt out, “We don’t have to go if you don’t feel ready.”. Day stares at the ground for a while.
“It’s better if we go; we need some fresh air anyway,” Day says with a smirk.
I smile back at him as we both get ready to go. Day looks at me intently and reaches for my hand. I look back at him as he smiles at me. He hugs me, making me feel even safer. I always feel safe with him. I softly break away from Day as I grin at him.
“Are you ready?” Day asks calmly.
I nod at Day. What I was thinking is that we weren’t even close to being ready. This is the first time we are going to leave the house ever since we had escaped. My expression changes for a second. I quickly adjust my face so Day doesn’t get worried. I believe it’s all my fault. All of his problems came from me, and I wish I could just take it all back.
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