The Second DayThe clouds came that day. These clouds aren’t normal in my area. Here in Southern California, it’s always insane heat and clear skies. Regular gray or puffy white clouds are occasional, but this was different. These clouds were gray and purple, with a tint of orange. It almost looked like the sun was setting on a cloudy day.Uncle Ben looked especially tired when he came home from work at 6. I was eating breakfast when he came in. His graying hair was frazzled from stress and his wary brown eyes were cast in a shadow.I looked at him as he locked the door behind him. “Good morning, Uncle Ben,” I slowly spoke.He didn’t respond as he trudged to the kitchen. I thought I heard him mumble “I need coffee.”I kept my mouth shut as I finished my breakfast and he drank his coffee. His gaze was looking outside the window and was filled with worry.I began to pack my backpack for school. “Uncle Ben, are you okay?”He didn’t respond.
Five DaysIt took five days. There had been signs for five days. They knew, for five days. Yet they never bothered to tell us until everything went to chaos. Had they told us, we could have used those five days to escape. Where to, I don’t know, anywhere but the United States. It was gonna strike there, we know that now. If the blast didn’t kill us, the gas would. And it certainly did.It only took five days for everything I ever loved and cared for to be ripped from me...Before.I yelled at my teammate to block. It was late in the afternoon, at least 3:12. I was out playing Lacrosse with my team. The score was 5:4 and one more score would tie the game for us.“AJ TO YOUR RIGHT!” Cassie, our most swift player, yelled at me.My head snapped just in time to see the ball come flying my way. I thrust my stick to my right, catching the ball in the net of the stick.I looked from side to side, trying to find who was closer to the opposing goal yet who was open. I looked Cassie