Chapter Five: Milo Cash:
I met an angel-faced boy today. His name was Milo Cash. I could never forget him if I tried. He was a tiny little thing. The best way to describe Milo was skinny and short. When I first saw him, I thought he was in kindergarten. We met on the playground. Everyone in my class was still talking about the invasion. They all wanted to know who this enemy was. Some of the kids were really scared. Others were angry. I personally didn’t care at the time. Kat taught Lyle and I not to form opinions until we had the facts. I didn’t know anything about the enemy just yet. So, I kept my mouth shut and went on with my little life.
My classmates asked me how I could be so calm at a time like this. I just shrugged at them.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “We don’t really know the details. So how can we be scared of what we don’t know?” They all looked at me like I had lost my little mind. Then, they all turned back to their worried conversation. I shook my head at them.
“Whatever,” I mumbled to no one in particular. I walked away to find my brother. That’s when I saw that young angel. He stood near the fence looking out at the street. I could only see his back. His hair was black and choppy. His clothes look so messy. I didn’t think I had even seen him here at school before. I blinked to see if I was seeing things. No, this kid was real. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. How long had he been in this school? Who was he? Was he new? I decided to go and find out. I walked over to this kid staring at the road. I came up next to him.
“See anything interesting?” I asked.
“It’s always the same,” he said. “Day after day after day after day after day.” I found myself surprised by his accent. ( Read more... )
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