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Illustrator: Jon Spahn
2135
92nd Divide
Center of Nebraska
Do you love me? Read the note Tasheia
wrote. Jake looked down to his note book with a blood pumping pencil in his
hand. Slowly, writing four words. He wrote them down and held the piece of
paper up for her to see. More than you
think XD, his smile showed more than he felt. His mind was ripped in two,
because she was his love and they were separated from each other. He looked down at the
foundation of the wall separating them.
The metal was
cold with hot spots telling where the electrical wires were. He looked up with
tears falling. Tasheia lost her smile in his tears; she was shocked to see him
like that. She wrote down in her papyrus bark, please don’t cry. He wasn't too worried, someday they could be
together. He lipped, sorry, through
the glass that let them see each other. It was four-twenty-seven the guard
comes around about four-thirty.
The two blew
kisses through the glass, Jake stood there for a minute making sure Tasheia made
it back without trouble. Even though his sight was blocked, by the building
that was behind the wall. He daydreamed about the day this crap would stop,
when the Vietnamese could be once again with other people. Like, it was before.
"Hey
kid," Jake heard a voice; he looked up to see the guard standing in the
wall, wearing his marine blue uniform. "You’re not supposed to be this
close to the Divide!" the guard yelled, looking at Jake really awkward. His
hand was raised with a swift stroke pointing to a sign.
"Can you
please read what that sign says, out loud?" The guard rudely instructed,
giving Jake a rough time. Jake looked back to a yellow sign, he looked back at
the guard and his eyes rolled away. His voice grunted with grief. Jake slowly
walked over to the sign kicking stones and metal fragments, in torment. He got
to the sign which was neon yellow, with black caution lines.
"This is
the 92nd divide," Jake read, clearing his throat, "this wall was made
to prevent the spread of the Máy bị Nghẹt
other known as the Choker to American population." Jake read on through
emergency precaution and protocol. His eyes were drowned in vocab and
instructional say.
"If any
person from this side passes this sign," Jake looked at the guard still
standing there with his arms crossed in anger. Jake looked back at the sign
with no confusion.
"If any
person from this side passes this sign, they will be arrested and Court-Martialed
for breaking the law and the twenty eighth amendment." Jake finished with
a big breath, he clapped his hands together. He noticed a group of American
civilians surrounded him in wonder. His head was spinning in confusion.
"What’s
the big deal," he asked the guard, with guiltiness in his voice,
"it's not like anyone follows this anyway." he stated
"Actually
I do, and my family. You should too. It’s not safe to get to emotionally
connected with the Vietnamese, Jake." Rachel's voice echoed through the
crowd. Rachel is Jake's American friend, from school; they hang every Tuesday at
five O'clock. She’s always wearing that hot pink shirt, with ocean blue skirt.
"Rachel,
let me handle this please," Jake begged, Rachel backed away with her hands
up like a prisoner. The crowd started to chant in agreement to Rachel's
statement. Jake turned around to see two more guards these men were in tactical
black. Jake stood there for a minute and flung his arms up. The crowd around
him grew each second he procrastinated. He finally noticed one of the men was
holding cuffs.
“Are you
serious," Jake yelled, loud enough for the Vietnamese people to hear. “I’m
sorry, that I passed the sign. Can we please just forget about this, it never
happened, lips sealed?"…
Chapter 1
Jake was
sitting in his kitchen with disgrace in his face. He heard the tapping of the
rain hitting the kitchen window. His ears blocked out the sound of his mom’s
anger.
"I can't
believe, you got anywhere near the Divide. It breaks my heart to hear you got
arrested." Jake's mom yelled with depth in her voice.
"Mom
stop yelling, for Pete sake I was just arrested for an over exaggeration."
Jake argued "and this is my first arrest, and they told me that I wouldn't be Court-Martialed, so it shouldn't go on my record." he tried to stay
positive, but with his mother nothing stays positive.
"But
your sixteen Jake, sixteen," she emphasized "Mark he's your son too
you should have a say in this conversation."
"Alright
Charlene, Jake me and your mother are very disappointed in you," Jake's
dad explained "if you go near the Divide again your FlatPlate will be
taken away." Jake's dad got up from his seat in the kitchen, the rain
picked up outside.
Jake's
parents are too protective of him, all he thinks of now is Tasheia and when
they first met, he has it written down in his FlatPlate…
Today is July 23, 2129
Today was the
most amazing day for me. Today I met a girl named Tasheia, but she's a
Vietnamese citizen. it was an odd way of meeting, me and a couple of my friends
threw a Frisbee that hit the Divide, I was the one chosen to go get the
Frisbee.
I found the Frisbee
in the bushes near the subway of 4th Ave. It was right next to the Divide, but
I also found Tasheia, and right then it was like in the movies, time freezes my
surroundings slowed down as the sun's rays brightened. The market was right
behind me where my friends were. They were watching me, I'm sure.
I felt
different at that moment, but I dropped it because it was against my parent’s
wishes. So I got the Frisbee and left. and that was it, but it didn't stay away. the feeling kept coming back, so i went and met with the girl every day.
"FlatPlate
off," Jake heard the command he turned around to see his mother standing
there, "so you met someone at the Divide?" she asked, waiting for an
answer.
"Yes,"
Jake paused, kind of embarrassed "I still don’t understand, even three
years learning about Operation Veedom. What in the world is wrong with these Vietnamese
people?" Jake was hesitant to ask. The rain stopped like a faucet.
"I have
a book here, given to me by your uncle, my brother. He was a marine who fought
in that war," she held the book up, giving it to Jake "it's not heavy
duty something you can read at least." they both chuckled at the joke.
"The
Rides on Tides by J.T Modern, Hmm this feels like a paper report, it's not too
heavy, like you said."Jake realized moving the book up in down as he got
up. “I’ll read it after dinner."
Jake looked
at his mother, and his mother looked at him and saw only distrust. She couldn't tell if she could trust him anymore. Jake left the room very sudden but left the
book on his dresser right by the window showing the alley, And the Divide. The
sun began to set and the moon to show, Jake got out of bed once it was three
o'clock.
He slowly put
his clothes on; he grabbed his hang-bag which was right by his room’s door
leading its way to the front door. His steps were silent as whispers. He stepped
out into the cool atmosphere, looking left towards Paul's meat storage, then
right to the Divide. He started to run to the Divide.
"FlatPlate
on," Jake whispered, taking his FlatPlate out while running, “play audio
file T3CG." His motion was swift as the moon eclipsed over the buildings around him.
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