All About the Game
By Autumn Joy
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Autumn Joy is an artist, a writer, a painter, a ceramicist, and overall a survivor. Though most of her life has been spent in southern Indiana, she has traveled extensively during her time in the US Navy, after her tour of duty she achieved bachelor's degree in Fine Arts and Spanish, She has been doing translation services for customer service and the government for over 10 years and in her spare time, enjoys her hobbies.
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All About the Game - Autumn Joy
All About
The Game
AUTUMN JOY
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"I hereby dedicate this book to my dad, Joseph Trent Stivers, for
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CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1 Just An Average Saturday
Chapter 2 The Softball Game
Chapter 3 Locked in
Chapter 4 The Game Of Life Or Death
Chapter 5 My Turn
Chapter 6 The Arrival Of Authorities
Chapter 7 I feel Stranded
PROLOGUE
In all my life, nothing has ever happened to me that was anything I would have considered super important. Well. I guess if you had asked me before the events of that Saturday what was important in my life, or if anything had ever happened to me, I probably would have had a totally different answer. Let me think. Maybe something to do with school starting. Senior year you know in just a few more weeks. And then… Jake I guess. Jake is, and always has been, very important to me. He is my best friend. We spend a lot of time together. If asked, if any kind of huge or scary things had happened to me? I probably would have told you about my broken bones. I broke an ankle once, learning how to rollerblade. I broke a finger once, in the doorjamb of the gym at school… Those are things that seemed important, and big, and life changing.
That is, they were before that Saturday. Everything else in my life seemed more important, the day beore that Saturday. That was the day everything changed. Can I tell you that my life changed for the better? That everything before it was trivial because this was the best day? No, I cannot. I wish I could. Do I have to tell you what happened that day? Well, I guess I have to. So since I am sitting here, in the hospital and surrounded by doctors, and police, and nurses, and they want to know… I guess that even if I feel ready or not, I have to write it all down. They have supplied me here with tea, coffee, water, and all the hamburgers I could want. If I asked for a steak they would probably get one here. I don’t want a steak. I don’t want really any of this. I especially do not want this little cup full of pens in front of me, and a huge stack of notebook paper. They told me that maybe it would be easier to write it all down. So here I am. They also supplied a huge box of tissues. This isn’t even the first time they’ve asked me about it.
They told me to write down all the important parts. I think so far, I’ve been writing down all the unimportant parts. I’ll get there I guess. I have to. I have to do this so that I can go home.
Before that day, I never had a weird nervous habit. Today, I find that I do. I have chewed on the end of this pen for a while now. I can stay here as long as this takes. But even writing what I have has been slow going for me. I don’t want to get to the important parts because I guess I am trying to put it off. Put off thinking about it. Put off what happened. Pretend maybe, that it did not really happen? I don’t know. It did happen though. I guess I should start with something easy. How my day started… That part wasn’t quite so bad.
It started as just an average Saturday.
CHAPTER 1
Just An Average Saturday
Tap… tap tap… tap. There it went again. That tapping noise outside the window.
Argh. That sound of bones popping… as I turned myself over in bed. I really needed to learn how to NOT do that. My brother went nuts about it. He hated it. Absolutely hated it, which of course. Occasionally did grant some sort of satisfaction. But it still was not cool.
My feet hit the cold hardwood floor and reminded me that I still haven’t found my other slipper. I think the dog may have dragged it off somewhere to chew. It was probably hidden by then in some random nook or cranny under the couch. Where the dog could get to it later… but I definitely was not going after it. Retrieval could have been dangerous. God only knows what all that dog has stuffed under the couch…
Memory flashbacks to the day the snake went missing.
Oh well, whatever… oh yeah, that tapping noise.
I drug myself out of bed, and hobbled, really hobbled, over to the window. It was right by my bed, but you have to be standing to see anything out it really because I have the dresser in front of it. Stupid, but there wasn’t really anywhere else to put it. The room is tiny.
As I glared out the window, low and behold, what did I find? I found what I knew I would find. The only person in the world who dares to wake me up in the middle of the night with rocks from the flower garden on my window pane at approximately. three in the morning?! my best friend. Of course.
Because hey, if it had been anyone else. I’d have killed them.
I am NOT a morning person. I want my beauty sleep especially because I was on my computer until about one in the morning already… yeah. Don’t judge me. I wanted to finish that game. I couldn’t just leave it with the other guy winning. Seriously. But if you know any better, you know that you should NOT get hooked in online gaming. It will be the end of you.
I opened my window, and leaned the little bit that I could lean out, over my dresser, to shake my fist at Jake. Knowing that I would have woken up my parents, whose room was right under mine, if I made too much noise. I tried to do all this silently. Meaning. A) shook fist. B) glared angrily, as I shoved my hair out from my eyes. I always take my watch off when I go to sleep, or it imprints lines on my wrist. I don’t like those lines. So instead of pointing angrily at my watch, I looked over, and c) grabbed the alarm clock. I yanked it up to the window and turned it, and pointed at the mean little red numbers that were blinking the numbers 0312 at me.
What does Jake do? He shrugs. He doesn’t care. Then he motions with his hands. What now?! He wants me to come down?! Obviously. Going out the front door is not really an option at this point. My dad might kill me first. Before he even knew what was going on. He sleeps with a 22 under the bed.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. Practically slamming the window closed, but as quietly as possible, and not letting Jake know whether or not I was coming down, I closed my black-out curtains. I turned around. My room was almost pitch black. Actually, to anyone else, it would have been completely pitch black. But I have good night vision.
But when I do that the colors are different. Anyways. I looked down at myself. Hmm. A nightgown. Not so great for hanging with Jake at three in the morning.
I got into my dresser and, again as quietly as possible, I took out a pair of really tattered jeans. (my favorite ones) they had holes in both knees, and were scraped up. I had taken the time to graffiti them too. I could never wear them to school, but I loved them for everything else. Dad hated them for church… we were still having that argument.
But I pulled them on, and took off my nightgown. Looking down sadly at the same time and wishing I had more than just a b cup. I put on a checkered yellow and blue bra that I had on my dresser, and slid into a red and black tank top that was on the floor by my bed (I had tried it on earlier that day). It was kind of hot outside, for being three in the morning.
I took a look in the mirror at my hair. It was a little messed up, because I had been sleeping on it, of course, but that was fine. I liked it today the way it was. Black hair (my natural color) with my bright red, purple, blonde, and brown streaks in it. I had that done last week with some birthday money. My mom had been trying to convince my dad for some time that my hair was only a phase and that it wouldn’t be right for him to ground me for it. So far she was winning, but just barely. My hair was just past shoulder length. I am also the only person in my house with green eyes.
Taking a second look in the mirror at my outfit before grabbing some mismatched ankle length socks, I put on my comfy skater shoes. Most comfortable footwear I own. they were blue, with dark green stripes on the bottoms, and black soles and laces. Neon green accents. Very stylish in my opinion.
I grabbed my denim backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I looked over at my bed. And decided not to bother fixing it up. My parents would know in the morning full well where I was at, and who I was with. This had happened before. It wasn’t worth making the bed up.
I shoved my curtains up and to the side again and opened the window wide. Jake was still standing down there, of course. Looking bored and leaning against my dad’s minivan with his arms crossed. When the window opened, he looked up and stood up a little straighter. Coming over to position himself under me. I threw down my backpack. Then, looking over my shoulder, and at both the windows on the sides, my brother on my left, and my sister on my right, I crawled up onto my dresser. As silently as possible, because I didn’t want to wake them up, I stuck my foot out, and turned, so that I was