Chapter 2!
Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 minutos of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her camisa pocket. Jessica took a small break and sat down in one of the empty benches. Jessica looked around. It was odd. Usually this place was pretty crowded around this time. But here she was, and there wasn’t a soul to be found. Jessica shoved the issue from her mind, there was probably some explanation. Nevertheless, she quickly got up and walked towards the bar. There may be an explanation, but it was still creeping her out. She reached the bar and opened the door, taking a few steps in. She noticed two things. First was that Phil and Steve were at the bar, having an argument as usual. The segundo was that, also as usual, there was that awful smell of cigarettes. Phil looked up from his argument and waved.
“Jules! Come on in, we need a woman’s opinion.”
“Ha ha, maybe, but I’m just here to deliver these from mom.”
“Ah yes, I have been expecting those. Thank you, dear.”
Steve watched her with an odd look. “So, how has your dia been? Anything odd?” Juliet looked at him. Anything odd? How on earth would he be able to know about it? But then again, Steve always knew.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, but it has been an ordinary day.”
Steve gave a sad sigh, taking a sip from his drink. “I see…well, We’ll be seeing you.”
“All right, bye!” Juliet waved to them and left the bar. She began to walk back when she remembered the piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and ran back to the bar. She once again opened the door and took a few steps inside. “Hey, sorry, but I forgot to give…you…” Juliet trailed off. She was only gone for a minute. But everything seemed to be…different. There was no Phil having an argument with his son Steve at the bar. There was no overpowering stench of cigarettes in the air. No big, burly men having a contest in the corner of the room. No sounds floating over from the children at the daycare across the street. It was as if everything about the people here had disappeared. There was the drink Steve was having at the bar, but no sign that Steve had touched it. The building was the same, but there was no longer any sign that anyone had inhabited it. Juliet stepped back. This was getting a little too creepy for her taste. “Hello? Is anyone here? This had better not be a joke!” There was no response. Juliet took a deep breath and hurried over to the bar. She saw the stack of papers she had given Phil earlier. She took the piece of paper she was holding and put it with the rest. The moment she did, she heard a noise from behind. “Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I was alo-” she trailed off in horror as she saw what was on the other side of the door.
Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 minutos of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her camisa pocket. Jessica took a small break and sat down in one of the empty benches. Jessica looked around. It was odd. Usually this place was pretty crowded around this time. But here she was, and there wasn’t a soul to be found. Jessica shoved the issue from her mind, there was probably some explanation. Nevertheless, she quickly got up and walked towards the bar. There may be an explanation, but it was still creeping her out. She reached the bar and opened the door, taking a few steps in. She noticed two things. First was that Phil and Steve were at the bar, having an argument as usual. The segundo was that, also as usual, there was that awful smell of cigarettes. Phil looked up from his argument and waved.
“Jules! Come on in, we need a woman’s opinion.”
“Ha ha, maybe, but I’m just here to deliver these from mom.”
“Ah yes, I have been expecting those. Thank you, dear.”
Steve watched her with an odd look. “So, how has your dia been? Anything odd?” Juliet looked at him. Anything odd? How on earth would he be able to know about it? But then again, Steve always knew.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, but it has been an ordinary day.”
Steve gave a sad sigh, taking a sip from his drink. “I see…well, We’ll be seeing you.”
“All right, bye!” Juliet waved to them and left the bar. She began to walk back when she remembered the piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and ran back to the bar. She once again opened the door and took a few steps inside. “Hey, sorry, but I forgot to give…you…” Juliet trailed off. She was only gone for a minute. But everything seemed to be…different. There was no Phil having an argument with his son Steve at the bar. There was no overpowering stench of cigarettes in the air. No big, burly men having a contest in the corner of the room. No sounds floating over from the children at the daycare across the street. It was as if everything about the people here had disappeared. There was the drink Steve was having at the bar, but no sign that Steve had touched it. The building was the same, but there was no longer any sign that anyone had inhabited it. Juliet stepped back. This was getting a little too creepy for her taste. “Hello? Is anyone here? This had better not be a joke!” There was no response. Juliet took a deep breath and hurried over to the bar. She saw the stack of papers she had given Phil earlier. She took the piece of paper she was holding and put it with the rest. The moment she did, she heard a noise from behind. “Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I was alo-” she trailed off in horror as she saw what was on the other side of the door.
crashed and faded
por the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.
Dreams
are dead...
Fighting for
better days
now seems so
vainly,
everything went
wrong.
Dreams are
broken
in so many nights
that echo
along with
dust of past.
Put yourself
together
and hold on
to something
good,
you might survive,
you might escape
from the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.
Days are black
and cold,
nights spent
in despair
and thinking.
Your fate is
bounded to
the land
on which
you're standing.
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
Or wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue
