Z Diaries 2

Z Diaries 2

I got called out of gym class which was fine by me, I hadn't dressed and had taken an 'F' for the day, I wouldn't have been then at all save for the fact that that douche bag security guy with super gay mustache can actually run pretty fast. He beat all three of us from the north stairs to the exit into the teachers lot by the stage, and he was coming all the around the back of the auditorium. What ever, not like that bullshit matters anymore.
So I'm headed to the office, and my sister of all people is coming out of the vice principle's door. She was kind of shaky looking so I tried to be nice,
"The fuck is wrong with you, the football team get a little too rough?", I ask her.
"David!, You watch your mouth!", commands Mr Hannity the V.P.
"Eat shit, asshole." says Rachel.
"Rachel!", says Hannity.
I turn around and star walking away. Back to gym, or what ever.
"Mom Called!", shouts Rachel. I keep walking.
"She said for me to get you and go to Grandpa Turner's!"
I stop. GT is the only person in this family I can handle at the moment, if some thing's wrong with him, I care. I turn around and go back.
"She said to go right now, to leave our stuff in our locker's and get there as fast as we can."
I would've beat the mustache douche to the parking lot by 50 yards.

Shit was all weird and quiet in the car. I can't help it I think Rachel's friends are a bunch of shallow fuckwads, and by association, she is a bit of a fuckwad. Obviously, it's not a great feeling, but I mean, she used to be cool, and now she was all wrapped up in this pep squad A-crowd circus. She fucking asked me what I thought about her shoes one morning for chrissake...
Anyway, we're in the car and it's all weird and quiet so I reach over and turn on the radio, and it's lousy music, so I snap it back off, because I'm jittery, worrying about GT.
"What did mom say about GT?", I ask Rachel.
"She didn't, she said, all she said was, get your brother and go to Grandpa Turner's, Don't leave without David., that's exactly what she said".
We had just gotten to Fourth and were headed west toward the Carmine street on ramp to the interstate, (GT's place is about 30 minutes northwest of the city, kind of out in the sticks), when like ten or eleven police cruisers, two fire trucks and an ambulance come hauling ass down MLK boulevard, and turn onto Fourth in both directions without slowing down at all. They come careening through the intersection, one of the police cruisers skidding into and T-boning a station wagon that's stalled in the left hand turn lane. I catch a glimpse of it going by and the inside is an abbatior, abbatoirre, a what ever a fucking bloody ass slaughter house. Rachel sees it too, and turns to look at me, right in the middle of all these screaming emergency vehicles, and I think, I totally should be driving right now. The ambulance makes the intersection and a blue suited EMT dives out the back, which is hanging open, and bounces off the cop car behind them, spinning underneath the tires of the second firetruck. We clear the intersection, just in time, behind the cops come a butt load of TV vans and cars with people danging off the sides, and behind them, what looks like half the people who work in down town running flat out down Martin Luther King Boulevard.
"Gun it.", I say to Rachel. "Do it, gun it let's go, the problem isn't GT, it's some thing else, something big, let's go, let's go, let's go."
"Okay, Okay, okay." Says Rachel, then she stalls the fucking car.
I keep a cool head.
Some guy comes up and starts pounding on my window, and he looks super dirty, and pretty weak, so I flip him the bird through the glass, and finally Rachel gets the car started and moving and guy punches through the glass and reaches in the car. Rachel stomps on the gas and the bum guy just stands there, and I hear his arm make a snapping noise that actually makes me feel dizzy for a second. Then he just sort of turns toward the crowd running down MLK, and starts walking away, and I swear to fucking god you could see his bone sticking out. I mean whatever, if you're reading this you've seen worse, way worse, I know I have. But that was the time one of them touched me. I had no idea how close I was. We were both so lucky, or what ever, I guess mom saved us. Found out some thing was up and got us out, and we barely made it. We some how beat everybody else out of the city, got a away without a scratch, I didn't even get cut by the window. I guess mom's probably dead now, we lost GT the first week, raiders from suburbs gut shot him on his own porch. Rachel and I killed 5 of them and totaled one of their trucks. What ever, I guess that's a different story, what ever.