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KIDS VS. ADULTS HOMEPAGE
This is a very cool story I am writing. I will post a new chapter every 2 weeks.Enjoy!!!
KIDS VS. ADULTS
By: Garrett Jay Sanders
Copywrite2002 by Waters Inc. published by Insane Interprises blah, blah, blah…
Chapter 1: The KLS
“Goodnight, son.” My mom says. Oh…I plan to, I plan to… I say in my head.
“Good night, mom.” I reply. Its 8:00 at night; my curfew. But that’s all soon to change. You’ll find out why in a minute. But first a little about the setting. It’s October 20, 2002. No war on terror, 5,000 more people than there could have been. If it weren’t for the kid.
Now, you may think that it was an adult who had a nickname for his shortness or his personality. Wrong. It was a real-live kid who saved the day.
His name was Dax. Dax Fegley. A twelve-year-old kid, like me. Sure, he wasn’t a mathematician, or a reincarnated Einstein, but he was a big-time James Bond fan. He was such a big fan that he wanted to be a spy when he grew up. He wanted to say those magical words that would send a chill down his enemy’s spines. “My name is Fegley. Dax Fegley.” So one night, he went with his dad to work. When his dad wasn’t looking, he crept away towards the vent at the top of the room. He hopped onto a chair and scrambled inside noiselessly, then he headed down the “passageway”. Left, right, he kept on going until he reached another vent. He heard voices, and he looked down. There were two people in the room, a dark tinted man and a pale looking one. The dark one was talking in Alcadian to the other, and the white one was handing tickets to him. Than he walked out of the room.
“Die and crumble, America,” said the white man. Hearing this, Dax scrambled back through the tunnel, out the vent, and straight to the police. He told them the story, they caught the terrorists, and America was saved. And you know how they thanked Dax? They said it was some fireman who told them about the terrorist attack.
When we heard this, we formed the KLS. That stands for the Kid Liberation Squad. We stand for people 6-17(when you turn 18 you legally become an adult, unless you were already in the KLS).
It is now 8:30. I get out of bed, dress, put on my
badge, check to see if my parents are asleep, and sneak out. I get on my bike and head to the drainage ditch behind my house. I park my bike in one of the many tunnels branching off of the ditch.
Then I crouch and enter through the largest hole. I keep on going until I reach a wall covered with graffiti.
I then take out my card key and slide it through the crack. Slowly but surely the wall opens. It is big enough for kids to walk in and out of, and small enough to keep the adults out if they ever find out about our little meetings.
“Hey Garrett. You’re a bit early,” comments Jason, the doorgaurd.
“Hey, Jason,” I reply.
I walk down the long corridor until I reach a large room with many chairs set neatly in rows of five. I take my assigned seat and wait for the others.
Five minutes pass. Max and his sister, Kelsey, come and Max takes his seat next to me, his sister next to him.
“Hi, Garrett,” he says.
“Hi, Max,” I respond.
“Only two months and nine days left.” He whispers. I smile. He’s keeping a calendar on his computer until the day when we are finally free.
Five more minutes pass. Alex and Zack arrive and take their seats.
“Hey, guys! What’s up?” Alex says.
“Yeah, how’s agoin’ guys?” Zack repeats.
“Not much, right now” says Max.
“Yeah” Kelsey agrees.
“I made an 80 on my math exam at school,” I say. Everyone in our squadron hisses at the word “school”. It’s become a habit by now. Once Alex even hissed when our math teacher was talking about a school fund-raiser.
A trumpet plays loudly to get everyone quiet. We all hush.
“All rise. The honorable One presiding.”
We all stand and The One drops in on his platform from his room in the ceiling. We are all silent until he drops and says,” Make some noise!!!” We all scream our lungs out until he holds out his hand, signaling for us to stop. It is dead silent.
“Pre-teens!,” our whole row cheers ,“Young adults!,” the row behind us screams ,” and kids alike!,” the gargantuan room explodes ,”The day is almost upon us…” He goes on with the routine.
The One is what we call our leader; in this case, it’s a 17-year-old boy named Carlos Rodders. When he was 13, he ran away from his abusive parents. He, and a bunch of his friends, hollowed out, built, and managed this place. They invited the KLS to make their main base here and they accepted. He worked his way up in the ranks until the leader that was running the KLS appointed him The One. That’s the story of our respective leader, the best one yet.
The One ends his daily speech and says,” Now break up into your patrols and discuss the procedures-- oh, yeah! I am appointing The Second. It will be… Garrett Sanders of Squadron One!!! Okay, carry on.”
“Okay, guys. Here’s the plan,” I say,” Phase one goes thus…” I go on until 8:30 when The One dismisses us by rows, starting with us.
I crawl into my bed and take my sleeping pill. We take it so that we show no sign of being out that night, along with putting up our bikes and scooters and card keys.
It’s been a long night, I think, and it couldn’t have been better.
Chapter 2:the Mistake
The next few weeks are uneventful except Max hacking into any military bases to see which had squadrons of F-18s we could destroy (Its in the plan. Be patient). Then, on the night after Christmas, we all go to the meeting. Same as usual; get dressed, check on parents, go to the ditch, and attend the meeting. Same speech, same groups…until,” Hey!!! What’re you kids doin’ here!?!”
The room goes dead silent. We all turn to see who is making the commotion. Then everyone gasps so much, the room might be completely deprived of air.
An adult is standing, dumbstruck, looking at us at the top of the stairs. Jack Janson and Jason the doorgaurd slowly got up and strode over to him. They started talking to him in a low mumble. Jack quietly walk behind the man and pretend to search him. He then stiffens his finger and pokes the adult in a certain spot on his back. Instantly, he falls limp, and Jack and Jason quietly and swiftly carry him to a back room.” Well,” sighs Max,” duty calls” and with that, he walks briskly to the back room. They aren’t going to hurt him, just delete some brain cells. In the morning, he will remember just getting out of bed to go to the bathroom, not finding a tiptop secret organization run completely by kids.
The One just glares at each and every one of us. “Who did this?! What dumb, half-witted, forgetful person did this?!,” he yells. Nobody moves. Then, slowly, Zack raises his hand…”YOU KNOW BETTER!!!,” The One screams,” If an adult ever found us here instead of at home, we would be ruined. Fifty years of work, down the drain. How did this happen?,” he glares at Zack, who turns very pale.
” I accidentally left my third card key on my bedside table,” he says, meekly.
“Speak up,” The One orders.
“I accidentally left my third card key on my bedside table,” he repeats. There are murmurs of irresponsibility through the room,” I didn’t mean to, honest. I was just in a hurry and ¾”
“ And what?,” roars The One,” Oh, I just forgot my card, but we’re okay now that the adult’s memory is going to be erased, so we’re going to be okay, right? Wrong. It’s gosh darn lucky that we have a semi-reincarnated Einstein, namely Max. If it weren’t for him, we would be ruined. Do you hear that? Ruined! “ By now, Zack is practically bawling on his knees, begging not to die.” I am sentencing you to exile from the KLS for five days,” says The One,” You are not to come to any of the meetings, is that understood?” “Yes,” Zack answers, looking guiltily at the floor.
After that, the meeting proceeds as scheduled. Max tells us that there are four F-18s at an airbase just outside of town. We would meet Alex and Zack after both had told their parents that they were going to spend the night at each other’s houses. Then we would begin phase one.
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