• The second chapter to the original, Death is no joke. This is a link to it: http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100410509





    I just stood there. I wasn't quite sure what to do. After all, I was only 10 years old. What was I to do? I searched through my father's pocket, warm drips of tears trickling down my cheek, and found his cellphone. Quickly, well, atleast as quickly as I could, I dialed 911. My hands quivering, I put the phone to my ear, swallowing before a warm voice on the other end said,

    "Hello?" I paused for a few seconds.

    "Are you there?" the voice on the other end said, with the smallest hint of impatience. Slowly, I stuttered out,

    "My parents...dead..." And I broke out into tears. Unexpected, and unstoppable now.

    "Where?" the voice on the end said urgently, but not in a way that made me feel as though he really cared about the fact that my mother and father were dead. I looked around, and there, right in front of me, a sign readind "Eastwood Bllvd."

    "E-east...Eastwood...Bullivard." I don't know what I sounded like. I could hardly make out what I just said myself. But they seemed to understand, because immediately I was hung up on. I didn't know what to think about all this. I had so many feelings, feelings of mourn, feelings of sadness, feelings of anger, feelings of frustration. And, I think above all, revenge. And suddenly, I felt tired. I dropped the cellphone I collapsed, resting my head on my father. There I lay, on the road. The last thing I remember from last night...was the blaring ambulence and police sirens coming my way. Then I fell asleep.

    To Be Continued...