Vintaoron

“Here I Am, There I Was, Off I Go” As I pass through the doors of Kentlake High, An overwhelming feeling hits my mind. The students here are barely fitting, I’m so confused; my head is spinning. Here I am. The halls are big, bright and loud, And every student cheerful with sound. I turn around, look out the door, The buses are gone, I can return no more. Here I am. Two steps in, my foot has slipped, I reach right out to get a grip. My hand catches the arm of another. I look up, it’s my friend who’s like a brother—Er… sister! I smile. Here I am. Two years later, pulling up to the lot, The en

Sound of the car, Picking up speed. "Keep going!" Montag falters, Grip on the books, "Don't freeze!" Running steps, Pull up to a stroll again, "Half way!" Beetle rushing, roaring, Beetle whining, skimming, "120 M.P.H.!" Shuffle, talk, break-and-run, "Good God!" Book dropped, broken pace, Plunging on, yelling in emptiness. "Seventy feet!" Hooting, calling, Eyes burning, "I'm done! It's over!" But the falling calls a difference, The beetle cut, and swerved out. It was gone...