By: Pledge The Grievance Copyright (C) 2001
Ah, Morning. For reasons beyond my comprehension, I liked mornings. I especially liked mornings that ensued a misty, eerie night. I was phlegmatic, searching for clothes and my boots. I dressed myself, and continued to search for my wallet and cigarettes. My Father knocked on the door, "Honey, are you awake?" I was appalled. My Father never made sure I was awake. Drowsily I replied, "yeah Dad." And why did he call me "honey!" Something in the air didn't feel right, something that defied normality. I couldn't explain it so I ignored it and proceeded to hunt for my smokes. I discovered my smokes under a shirt, picked them up and put them in my pocket. I opened the door and sluggishly waltzed out. I nearly fainted when I saw my Father cooking breakfast for me and my Mother when I entered the kitchen. "What's going on?" I asked. My Mother turned to me and shouted, "Sit down and eat your breakfast!" I was thoroughly confused when I sat down. I thought they were playing some kind of a joke on me. I ate my breakfast in silence and watched my Father cleaning dishes and organizing the kitchen. Perturbed by this, I immediately left for the Bus as soon as I was able. To my arrival I saw a small group of 'Nerds.' They were standing there, where Jim's little gang usually stood. I walked by them and to my shock I was told by one of the 'Nerds,' "You're a faggot." "What the fuck did you say?" I couldn't believe this guy had said that to me, after all, I was always nice to them. "You heard me tosser, now move along." I kept walking, not because I was afraid of them, I was afraid of everything by then. What the hell was going on? Was this opposite day or something? Why aren't the Animals driving cars and legislating? "Hey faggot, that's not far enough." I heard the guy declare. "Whatever man." I shrugged. "No, faggot, keep walking." The group of 'Nerds' walked over to me. "I haven't a quarrel with you" I politely stated. "Well..." With incredible impact, the seemingly weak 'nerd' had punched me in the face and I had fallen on the ground in a small collection of water. "I have a quarrel with you, bitch!" I heard laughing and taunting and they walked away. I picked myself up and attempted to tidy myself up a bit. My ears were ringing and my face, respectively, hurt like hell. My vision was still blurry when the bus pulled up. Throughout the duration of the bus ride, I heard snickers and taunts. Not to mention, the usually Black Bus Driver was white. We arrived at school, things were different there too. Boys stood against the wall where the girls had usually stood, and 'computer nerds' and 'chess geeks' smoked cigarettes and taunted passing jocks. Things didn't add up; It wasn't a complete opposite, students were still students, and teachers were still teachers. I went to my first period class, and everyone seemed strange. "What are we learning today Mr.. Grant?" I heard a 'trouble making' student ask. "What do you want to learn today?" Grant replied. "I think we should discuss Civil Rights and what needs to be changed to enhance a more civilized society." The student suggested. "I think we should debate U.S. foreign trade policies; whether we should alter to isolationism, reduce or redecorate multi-national corporate interests to decrease oppressive work conditions, establish fair stipends and ethically advocate foreign trade to strengthen the economy of impoverished 3rd world countries to ascend them to humane living conditions." A female student suggested. "I think we should discuss the origin of human existence and the absence of, and ill focused, studies on 'prehistory.'" Another student added. "All very good suggestions," Mr.. Grant gleefully insisted, "We'll start with Civil Rights, Joshua." I heard these, normally stupid students debate political and philosophical issues for an hour and fifteen minutes. I felt my sanity drifting away. I didn't even feel as if I was there, people gave me strange looks as if I didn't belong. Was I the only one not affected by this phenomena? I couldn't understand the whole mix-up. After class, I left for home, I couldn't deal with it anymore. A Female police officer passed by in her cruiser. A little girl strolled by on a skateboard. A mail man was carrying pink envelopes which wasn't relative to anything. I seen a woman, yelling at her husband as she drove. I seen women with construction work-attire on, driving to work. I couldn't explain any of this, nothing was direct. At my door, upon arrival, I noticed a dark-haired man, neatly proposed himself as "Sir IngleVan." "Who are you?" I asked in a weary tone. "You're wondering what's going on, aren't you?" "Yes! I am." I was excited and eager to know. "Jason." He uttered. "Yeah?" I replied. "We're going somewhere." "Huh?" I didn't know what he was talking about. He nodded as if I already knew where we were going and raised his arm brandishing a hideous serrated knife. I felt my worlds colliding as the cold blade penetrated my flesh. My head started spinning and I went into a trance. I seen my past, my future, the kids at school getting up simultaneously to and walking toward my vision, I saw IngleVan with a slight grin on his face. I seen children bleeding and women being defiled. I seen animals being slaughtered in cages. I seen dogs barking at glowing orbs where the souls of forgotten war heroes stare deep within you. I seen embarrassing moments of my past. I seen things i've never seen before. I seen recurring nightmares morphing into reality and touching my mind with their icy fingers. I seen the knife, raised again and hurled into the top of my skull. Everything went black, a void. I heard a loud crash and ....
I woke up in my bed. I was in heavy panic, and I searched my body for wounds. I leaped up and ran out of my room to see my Mother cooking breakfast and my Father reading a Newspaper in his suit. Thank God, it was just a dream. Things were normal again. "Mom, I just had the worst dream." She paused and looked at me. She opened her mouth to reveal fangs and with a horrid growl she spoke, "Oh really, why don't you tell me about it?" I screamed and ran out the door, I heard them both laughing maniacally. I stepped outside and was incinerated instantly and my ashes fell to the heavens below.