Collision by Alyx D. Vacca (best fiction books of all time .txt) 📕

Part One
The Collision

Chapter one
Enter Jayd

Hey, my name is Jayd and some pretty weird stuff has been happening in my world, I don't know about you, but lately I've been experiencing some pretty serious shit. One of the reasons why I am writing it all down in this book. But maybe I should start at the beginning, after all you have no idea what I'm talking about, and right now I'm not really making all that much sense to myself.
I'll start with a description. Of me, my life. Anything and everything. I am five feet three inches, sixteen years old, and I had long brown/blond hair that's mostly brown, but I cut it all off a month ago into an easier and much more manageable boyish style. I have fair skin that burns easily and bright blue eyes of which I'm rather proud of. My life is, in short, boring. I go to school, come home, eat, sleep, do it again and again and again. I have basically zero to no friends except for one person who moved to Washington. Oh yeah, I live in Raytown Missouri. filled with all the old people you can imagine and hundreds more. Now don't get me wrong, I love old people, but sometimes I'd like to be around people with more energy. Anyways back to the story.
I was walking up the steps to the school when the ground gave a odd sort of shake, and that made no since because Missouri doesn't gets earthquakes. All the other students stopped as well as me and looked around with confusion. "What was that?" a girl said, picking up books she had dropped when the earth shook. "How should I know." a boy answered. A few people looked around as if they would see the giant elephant that made the earth shake. Everyone turned around and continued inside. I, however, did not. While I was not looking for a giant elephant, I did want to see if it would happen again. And if it did, I did not want to be inside and have the building collapse.
Looking back I wonder what might have happened if I had gone inside. Some people would have died, that's for sure, but I'm no one who can say for sure. So I walked over into the foot ball field and stood there for about a minute watching the sky. I always feel as if one day the sky is going to do something miraculous and no-one will be looking up and see it. I walk around for a bit, admiring the ground view and then it happened.
It felt and sounded like a great ripping. I felt as if my guts were being torn to pieces and I watched in horror as that literally happened to the Earth! Jagged cracks formed, and rising out of them were houses, fields, forests. Every single thing that you could possibly imagine in a fantasy book came out of the ground. That would include Dragons, unicorns. I saw a witch fly up on her broom as her house was came up on either side of a great oak tree. Screams sounded from behind me, I whipped around to see the school ripped in two. It was like both sides of a cut-away picture. I could see one half of a classroom on one side of the gorge that had formed, and the other half on the other. Now everyone was panicking. The water tower was falling, trees too. Houses smashed and torn apart. I noticed that the stuff coming out of the ground was messed up as well. Not just the witch's house but other buildings too, were coming up one half on one side of a tree and the other on the other side of the street! I couldn't tell what was going on! People started running out of buildings. One man jumped out of his car as it was slowly being torn apart by a giant who looked confused and was trying to figure out what it was. I was just thinking that I should go and find my parents, or see how our house was fairing when I heard a cry from a house that had appeared right inside the football bleachers. I did not know what was going on but if someone needed help and I could help I might as well. So I started running toward the broken house which looked as if a tree had fallen on top of it, and seeing how it was more of a cottage and it's roof was made of thatch, that was bad. As I got there I heard a moan from next to the door, two feet were sticking out of a pile of thatch and stones. I hurried to the feet and started pulling the pile apart, trying to see if I could get this strange person out and save him or her. I dug for what seemed like hours. The stones were heavy and the ground continued to shake. I heard a moan again, less muffled. I was getting close! Pushed on a rock bigger than my entire body rolled up, and with a large gasp of air, from me and and whoever was buried, it rolled off and a little farther. It was a boy around my age, maybe older, with dark brown hair that was almost black, gray eyes flecked with silver, and light brown skin. He was covered in blood, the rocks were also bloody. I knelt next to him. "Hey, can you hear me?" I asked. "Are you OK?" No answer. And then. "Yes," he said in a rasping voice. He struggled to raise himself up from the ground. I didn't help him. My experience with boys is that if you are a girl, and it's a boy who needs help don't' help them. At least without them asking for it. It's really understandable... Sort of. They'd be teased if other boys found out. "Hey," he rasped again. "Could you help me up? I need to go inside, my father is in there." I looked him over, he was different obviously since he asked me for help, (They usually don't, they have to be all macho) but he was also being stupid. He could barely talk let alone walk. Both legs looked broken. For some reason I have always been able to tell what a hurt person needed for some reason. Just some strange talent. I decided to let him know what I thought. "Don't be stupid. There is no way that you can walk." He glared at me. "My father is in there, and you expect me to just sit here?" he wanted to know. I took pity on him. "Look, I'll get him out if you stay here. Deal?" He sighed, "Fine." I nodded and got up, just then the Earth gave a huge shudder and I was knocked off my feet and back to the ground right next to the boy. He would have laughed, I think, if his house hadn't been in ruins, and he hadn't been so scared for his father. As it was he just looked at me with a look that said to hurry before he dragged himself into the house. I heard a crash from inside the house as the earth shook once again, and pulled myself up, This time I made it to the front door before the ground shook. I held on to the doorframe waited for it to stop. When it did I looked back at the boy. He was watching me. For some reason, that kind of creeped me out so I tried to ignore him and went in.
The entire house was in ruins. What was once probably a neat clean cottage, looked as if a war had been waged here. I walked in a little farther, stepping over broken earthenware plates and bowls. I realized that I had no idea what to call out since I didn't even know the boys name. I decided on the old 'hello'. "Hello?" I called. "Where are you?" There was no sound. I searched everywhere in the little house, calling out anything and every thing, trying to find him. And finally I did. Although I wish I hadn't. I found him underneath a pile of rubbish, transfixed to the earth floor with a beam. His eyes wide in death. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to bury him and get the pole out of his chest. But I knew I wasn't strong enough.
I walked out of the dark and broken house and in to the open. I think he saw it in my face. "NO!" He cried, his eye wide and filled with tears, as if he didn't believe it and yet some how knew. "No! He is not dead! I don't believe you!" He tried to get up but I pushed him down. "If you don't believe me than how did you know what I was going to say before I even did?" I asked, not even sure if that made all that much since even to me, but that was the point. I read it in a book once that if you can confuse some one it will give you more time to do what you needed to get done which for me would be to get closer and still block his path to the door. I don't know why, but I didn't want this kid to die. "I believe you." He said. I looked at him with concern. When my Grandma died my father had a hard time believing it and he was even there when she died. "But I still want to see him." The boy continued. I looked at him and thought of the gruesome picture I had seen. He looked at me with a look on his face that said that he could not be swayed. I nodded and walked over to him. "How can I help?" I didn't want him dragging himself through broken glass and pottery. That would just hurt him even more. He thought about it for a moment before saying, "Give me your hand." I did. He griped it and with much effort and with my help he got himself upright. He then leaned on me heavily and said, "Ready." As we started forward slowly (I was basically supporting all his weight his feet were useless, so I was pulling him across the floor) and I asked him what his name was. "Tobias Aoudad, but every one just calls me Tobi. Spelled with an I not a Y. What is yours?" "Jaydria Caw," I chuckled. "But every one just calls me Jayd. Spelled with a Y not an E." I panted. He was heavy! Finally we got to the door and crossed the threshold. Tobi gasped. Which is really not surprising seeing how he new exactly how every thing used to look. I shuddered to think of what my own house would look like if it could even be called a house anymore. Then I thought of my parents and hoped they hadn't