The Elements of Liberty: The Second Perspective

Beep beep.... beep beep....beep beep....

Ah, morning. Have I ever told you how much I hate you?

As I groggily slap at my alarm clock in an attempt to shut it up, I take a glance at the time. 4:45. Just like every morning.

After beating my alarm clock senseless, I finally manage to shut off the alarm. Sitting up in my bed, I rub the extra sleep from my eyes with a knuckle as I look around my darkened bedroom. Not much to look at really. Just my bed on the wall closest to me bedroom door, my dresser and desk to the right of my bed, in a corner. To the left is my brothers' bed, with said occupant still sleeping in it. Honestly, that kid can sleep through a bomb going off, so it doesn't really surprise me that he can sleep through my alarm going off, then me beating it half to death.

Moving on.

As I mentally monologued, I had already gotten up, and put on a random pair of dark blue pants that I had found on the back of my desk chair. After that, I rummaged through my closet, looking for a good shirt to wear for the day. I eventually decided on a simple red shirt with a shield with the words, 'USA' on the left pec, with three white stripes going up the right side of the shirt. I finished my dress up by putting on my favorite dark blue Hollister jacket.

After slipping on my shoes and grabbing My backpack, I checked the time again (4:50), then left the room.

After slipping into the kitchen, I almost slammed into my dad. Now, as a reference, my dad is a big man, with a big belly. My surprised gasp catching his attention, he turned around and, noticing me, smiled. My dad was a big teddy bear... Unless you pissed him off.

moving on once more.

"Hey Bowen, you're up a little earlier than normal, something' up?" He queried. Probably because I'm almost never up before 5:55, which is right before he leaves. "Not that I know of dad, just decided that now was a good time to get up."  "Ah, that's good, you should start doing that more." He quipped. To my annoyance, he ruffled my hair at the end of his sentence. After batting the mans' paw away from my head, he walked over to his desk, grabbing his keys and coffee. "Hey Bowen, would you mind handing me my lunchbox, please?" "Sure, as long as I can have the Poptart in it." I replied coyly. "No dice kid, now go grab it." He shot back, smiling at my lame attempt to steal his Poptart.

"Ugh, fine." I mock complained, grinning inwardly. I enjoyed our little verbal fencing matches, as it was our version of father-and-son bonding time.

After handing him said lunchbox, he walked over to our door and, opening it, he turned back at me and said, "I'll see you later bowen, promise me that you'll at least try to stay out of trouble today, hmm?" "I promise that I'll be good, you don't need to worry." I responded, giving him my most innocent smile.

I suddenly got the feeling that the promise I just made was about to bite me in the ass later, causing my stomach to flutter and my smile to falter slightly.

Not noticing my falter, my father walked out of the door, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

what was that about?, I mentally wondered, glancing around as my "spider sense" decided to make its fears known.

Mentally shrugging, I glanced at the clock on our wall. 5:05. I grinned, knowing that I now had an hour to myself before I had to leave for school.

After raiding my pantry of all it's Pop-tarts, I sat down on our dark green couch and, after grabbing the Xbox controller and the TV remote, got to business.

After eating half of the Pop-Tarts and putting the rest in my backpack, I played halo until I glanced at the clock again. "5:50, better get ready." I muttered. At this point, my "spider sense" decide to act up again, causing my gut to flutter again.

what, did I forget something again? I wondered, mentally grimacing as I remembered the last time that I forgot something, having forgotten my backpack  before I left for school that fateful morning and, as a result, had to suffer through the school day without it.

After double (and triple) checking that I had everything (my phone, backpack, house key, and wallet), I chalked my paranoia up to just me being overly cautious, And as a result, didn't notice the clouds outside my front-room window begin to act strange.

I pulled out my phone and pulled out my friend Gage's number. Gage was one of my oldest friends after I moved to Florida. He was a brony, with a major crush on rainbow dash. He had even forced me to watch the entire first season of My Little Pony with him, in a attempt to make me join "the herd", as the bronies of today liked to call themselves. While he was a little slow at times, I felt that he was one of my best friends. He and I shared a lot of interests, as both of us wanted to be in the navy as SEALs. The only difference in our dreams, however, was that I had a slightly higher chance to join, as he suffered from type 1 diabetes. Another point for me was that I used to be an active kid growing up, being a former Boy Scout and taking Tae Kwon Do classes after moving to Florida. The fact that I had weight training at the high school that me and Gage attended, allowing my to retain my strength from my youth didn't hurt either. After trying a couple of times to reach him through the phone, I finally grew frustrated and ended up sending him a text that said to meet me at the cafeteria at lunch today. After sending the text, I grabbed my bookbag and headed outside, internally grumbling about being unable to reach him.

Once again, my inner monologue caused me to fail to notice the world around me,  as the weather took a weird turn, The clouds beginning to swirl around in a spiraling fashion above my head.

After ending my mental rant, I finally noticed the wind beginning to act strange. Looking up, my heart damn near stopped.

"What the..." I managed to squeak out as I finally recovered from my near heart-attack.

The clouds at this point were swirling at a dizzying pace, swirling ever faster as it concentrated to a point. Right where I was standing.

Looking around wildly, I immediately noticed another swirling pattern of clouds to the north-east, over by Gage's house, actually.

Not taking the time to question the other cloud formation, I attempted to sprint away from he eye of this weird storm.

I guess fate decided that I would be a fun target today.

A brilliant light shot down from the clouds, enveloping me in seconds. I began to float off of the ground, desperately clawing at the earth in an attempt to save myself. It was not to be. I shot towards the sky, and as I was speeding towards the eye of the storm, I did the only thing that I could. I gave one of the girlyest screams i have ever heard screamed while flailing my arms and legs around wildly.

As the white light enveloped me, blinding me, I had one last coherent thought before I passed out.

what was that promise that I made to dad again?