Our Voice 8

by Scot McAtee

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  “So? Who do you like?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She laughed and threw a pillow at me.

  “Well, she has brown hair, blue eyes, and the prettiest smile. She is just… perfect,” Jensen smiled at the ground, and then shook her head,” but what about you and Trent?”

  “Well, everything is going good. I make him smile, he makes me smile,” I laughed at how I explained our relationship.

  We sat in silence, until we heard the front door slam. I sat up and looked at Jensen with an eyebrow raised. She jumped up and was out her bedroom door, with me behind her.

  She stood in the middle of the hallway frozen and her back was facing me. I peeked over her shoulder to see it was her father standing in front of the door, soaked from the rain.

  “What… What are you doing here?” her voice cracked as she spoke. I knew she began to cry.

  “I’m so sorry, baby girl. I love you so much. I’m sorry for what I said,” Mr. Orcky said crying also.

  “Oh, dad,” she ran into his arms crying.

  They both said they loved one another. Crying and hugging as they stood there. The image brought me to tears.

  That was the day I saw what true love was. Loving the other, no matter their differences.

  “The Fall of Humanity”

  Hailey Morgan

  There are many smart people in the world. I mean look at Johann Wolfgang, Leonardo Da Vinci, or Isaac Newton, those guys had IQ over like 150. Except there was one person, who was way smarter than anyone in the world, his name was Wyatt James. I am his best friend, even though it is very difficult.

  Most friends you could joke around with or have a funny conversation, but I could only dream to do that with mine. He was serious all the time but I couldn’t blame him why he was like this. The way me and Wyatt met wasn’t the best way to meet your best friend.

  It was October 19, 2014, I only knew the date since Wyatt had an identical memory and he could remember anything. It was only 5 months after my mother died of cancer. I wasn’t getting any better; my mother was my best friend. I wouldn’t eat anything, I wouldn’t come out of my room, and I was very depressed. My father was tired of it. He took me to a support group.

  I was scared. I had no friends, and to be honest I had no desire to be here, even live. It all changed when Wyatt stood up and introduced himself. He described everything just like how I felt. He lost his father to lung cancer a little over a year ago and decided to put everything he had into finding a cure. He explained his memory and his IQ. He was 14 and I was 13. I decided to talk to him after the meeting. Maybe befriend him. It has been three years since. Wyatt was like a brother to me now. I was either always at his house or he was at mine. I wouldn’t change it for the world.

  “Wyatt, I know you tell me the chemical balance of the earth every day,” I laugh at him as we were walking to the bus stop.

  “I know, but if you take that balance and add some other equations into it I think. I think, I could get closer to finding it. I just have to find the other part of it,” He stated as he read the pages in the book he had. He could read very fast too, more than I could comprehend.

  “Well, it’s probably right in front of you,” I shrugged knowing that’s what usually happened when he was stuck.

  He began looking at the ground in front of him and around him. I smacked my forehead at him thinking I was being literal. He looked at me and shook his head.

  “Sarcastic?” He sighed and began to walk with me. I laughed at him and climbed onto the bus. He followed behind me as we sat down, to embark to what I know the worst place on earth. High school.

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  No one understood Wyatt like I did, that’s why we were best friends. I went over to his house that day to talk about his experiments. His mother was one of the kindest people I knew. She had brown hair that came to her shoulders, blue eyes, and a smile that was friendlier then any I’ve seen.

  “Hello Mrs. James,” I smiled as I sat at their countertop. Even though it was four years since Mr. James passed, she hasn’t gone on one date.

  “How many times do I have to tell you, Ann, please call me, Dawn,” She smiled at me and handed us a plate of sliced apples and water.

  Wyatt took me back to his room and opened his closet doors, to reveal them covered in papers from cancer victims to science experiments to his own research on the topic.

  “Woah,” I set down my bag on the ground and went to inspect it, “are these all from the web or what?” I touch the paper and read to see he had one about our own parents.

  “Yes, well to be exact there from, https://cancerneedstostopletsfindacuretoday.com and https://amentothesepoorfamiles.org , and finally https://donatetodaytofindacure.com ,” He took a sip of his water and looked at his closet proudly.

  “I’m surprised you don’t have a secret lab in your house either,” I laughed, until I turned to him and he looked serious, “You’re joking right?”

  He went out into his hallway and down into his garage. He turned on the light to show a bunch of science things I didn’t understand. There were liquids all kinds of colors in little bottles and big bottles. The garage used to have an old sports car and tools in it, but now it feels like I stepped into Dexter’s Laboratory.

  “How did you have money for all of this?” I walked around amazed at everything he had.

  “Well,” he watched and smiled about how amazed I was, “remember my dad’s old sports car? Well my mom definitely did not want to drive so we sold it and my mom gave me the money since I told her about my idea and she thought it was great.”

  “That’s great,” I smiled at him. I was actually proud of him; he actually put his great mind to an amazing use.

  “Wyatt!” His mother screamed at the top of her lungs. Wyatt looked at me with wide eyes and sprinted out the room. I followed right behind him, scared of what was happening. She was in the kitchen on the floor with her phone in her hand. Wyatt got down next to her and held her; confused about what was happening.

  “Mom! Mom, are you okay? What happened?” Wyatt definitely had worry in his voice. Tears were streaming down her face as she touched his face and smiled. I stood at the ready to sprint for a phone just in case.

  “They accepted it,” Wyatt hugged his mother tightly and began to laugh with her. I stood confused as ever as they just laughed. Wyatt looked over at me and smiled.

  “Ann, they have accepted my experiment, my cure. They’re going to test it. Ann, I did it,” Wyatt began to have tears in his eyes. He worked so hard for this. He put three years of his teenage year into this project. I began crying in happy tears for them as Wyatt pulled me into the hug. I couldn’t believe it.

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  “Right this way,” a tall man in a suit, pushed a door open and led us down the hallway. Wyatt got a phone call today, for us to go to the CDC with his cure. The hallway had many different doors along the way. Of course the windows on the door were blacked out so you weren’t able to see inside.

  “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Wyatt whispered as he smiled brightly. I squeezed his hand and smiled back at him. He held the brief case tightly in the other hand to cause his knuckles to turn white.

  “In here,” the man opened another door, which was a lab room with three people with lab coats and masks, but the another person in a gown.

  “Wait, you’re testing this on a human?” Wyatt said with worry in his voice.

  “This is a cancer patient with brain cancer. She only has days to live. She said “She rather die of an experiment then a disease. That’s why we’re allowing this,” a women in a lab coat explained. Wyatt nodded and handed her the brief case. She took it from him and examined the chemicals already in syringes. She took the cap off the needle and injected it into her inner elbow. The woman in a gown winced at the pain and passed out from it.

  Wyatt turned and hugged me instead of watching. I couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind right now. He hugged me ti
ght as I watched the patient. She began to twitch, then began to shake as if she was having a seizure. I gasped as Wyatt tighter around me even harder. She stopped shaking and laid there, but still had a pulse. The woman doctor began to whisper into her ear.

  “Lily? Can you hear me? Lily?” She stood back away from her.

  Suddenly she sat up, gasping for air. I jumped back from the sudden action as Wyatt let go of me to turn around. The doctor hurried and rushed the table into another room, telling us to wait in the waiting room.

  Wyatt paced the room, even though it’s only been 20 minutes. Wyatt was mumbling under his breath and I couldn’t understand. I called Dawn to tell her we may be late dinner and explained what’s happening.

  “Mr. James?” the same lady came out into waiting room. I stood up by Wyatt as we waited for the news.

  “Yes?” Wyatt stressed the word.

  “She doesn’t have cancer,” the lady exclaimed to us.

  Wyatt turned to me and hugged me. He picked me up and twirled me around. I began crying for him. I couldn’t explain how happy I was for him; he has been working on this forever.

  “I did it. My idea worked. Thank you for believing in me,” Wyatt smiled and wiped away my tears for him.

  “Of course,” I smiled at him.

  I put down the paper and took of my glasses. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked around to the room full of young children and adults, dirty and sad faces. Tears seemed to stream down others faces as they now knew the story.

  “Now, I knew Wyatt James since I was 13. He is not the Anti-Christ, nor the worst person in the world. He had an idea and tired making the world better by helping families. He had no idea this would happen; “the apocalypse”,” I sighed and looked at my hands. I thought about everything I have heard many stories about Wyatt and his creations. I missed him every day since he had been locked up, for causing the “end of the world”.

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