Alex Jones Earth7781-d
A short story by Lucius
4:00 a.m. Alex stirs around lying
in his bed waking to the sound of his alarm. He grasps out into the darkness
successfully silencing his violator of peace and buying himself five more
minutes before the rush of the day would consume him. The next time the alarm
called Alex to arms he has mentally fortified himself to start the day, running
to the call of nature. Waking up this early frees him up to beat his two
siblings and adoring mother to the facilities. After attending to his morning
routine Alex sat down at his desk, putting final touches on his history
project; A written essay and physical model of the city state capital of the
Roman Empire. Alex focused his paper on commerce and used the physical model to
display the monuments.
After finishing this tedious work he went to make breakfast for his
brothers and himself. Entering the kitchen he saw a note on the fridge,
"Alex, I start my new rotation today there are forty dollars in my night
stand it's yours and take the extra twenty for gas. Thank you for taking your
brothers to school. Good luck on your project! I love you, mom." Despite
him forgetting this he still had plenty of time. With great age comes great
responsibility. He proceeded to finish breakfast and get his brothers ready
fortunately they're in seventh and eighth grades respectively so it's not to
bad. He drops the boys off at John F. Kennedy middle school. As he was pulling
out he realized he grabbed the presentation but not his essay. Frustrated, he
peeled out in his Camero weaving in and out of lanes between cars, before
hitting a red light. While waiting for the traffic to clear to make the right
on red he heard a loud pop and bang. Unbeknownst to him, a traffic
helicopter's rotor had blown out, Causing the chopper to come crashing down on
top of the Camero. Becoming a fire encased tomb for the the pilot, the traffic
correspondent and our friend Alex Jones.
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