Fiction

I told my mom I was going to school.

I gave a long exhale “finally they’re done bickering” I thought 
 

I turned, “alright, class is—”

“Ryder” grunted Juniper “you keep avoiding my question” 

I woke up to beeping.

Slow. Steady. Annoying.

People think the world makes sense if you look at it long enough.

Like if you study hard enough, listen carefully enough, follow the rules closely enough—everything will line up the way it’s supposed to.

That’s a lie.

I went to work the day after they announced it. I stocked the shelves and listened to the radio from the speakers in the warehouse ceilings. Cars were piling up at the exits, trying to get out of town.

Chapter 11

2 weeks later…

Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

“How did you make that?” Lucas asked Daniel. 

Chapter 6

Chapter 5