EC's Story

I awake to the sound of my growling stomach. As I get out of my small piece of carpeting, I walk across the room and see my brother who looks so quiet and peaceful. I let him sleep. I go outside and scavenge through the forest and grab some dry wood, which I take back to the house and make a fire. Using the fire, I start boiling some water. As the bubbles start to grow and pop, it wakes up Jonah my little brother.

He gets up and ever so gracefully walks to me and asks what I am cooking. I say to him, “The old meat from a week ago.” In response he gives out a cheer. I grab some small bowls, the only ones we have, and pour a bit into each bowl. I give one to Jonah and immediately he starts scooping it into his mouth. I tell him to have a good day. I walk to the door and put on my tattered jacket.

I go out to the village and everyone is beginning to wake up. Today is the day that we plan to show that we are not alone. Today is the day that we show that everyone is equal and that we will not be shunned ever again. I grab my small cap and walk to the garage on the far side of the village. Along the way I meet a few shopkeepers and I greet them. Once I get to the hanger I open it and I see Kent, my second in hand. Without him I don’t know who I would be, because of him this plan would have never worked. I exclaim, “Today is the day,” and we open up two large steel doors that like a sloth, crumble into the sides.

There in front of us there is a large shiny machine with sleek under cuts. The sun reflects off of it and its wings are as soft as silk. In the front there are two places for a harness to go. There is a joystick near the beak of the machine and it has a silicon tail. Grabbing on to the wing with my hand, I pull it out of the hanger on its two slick black wheels.

As we draw it outside, everyone begins to come to the middle of the town. I spot Jonah in the front row, I run up and hug him. Slowly the crowd settles down and I begin talking, “Good morning everyone. We are here to address something that has been a concern for some time. Roana has been ruling over us and been pushing us around. We are here to show that we are important and not expendable and that we have great minds like them. We will not go down without a fight.”

With loud cheers being emitted from the crowd I introduce our glimmering creation, “Here I show to you the Treker.” Kent grabs my hand as we point at the sleek framed bird-like creature with long magnificent wings. Then Kent comes to the front and with a shout says, “Roana will fall today!” Kent and I grabbed the machine and begin wheeling it to the air strip, as we pack what little food is left in the town.

Kent and I get into the front of the machine with us stacked on top of each other. We strap ourselves in and grab onto the small stick with which to control the creature. A push of a button and the wings began to flap effortlessly and we begin to move forward. I grip the controls and pull the creature off the ground. The wings flap in entrancing patterns as the silver bird soars above the clouds gracefully flying into the heavens and swooping down again into patterns. Above me Kent tells me that I need to keep going straight to get to Roana.

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