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Alighiero Boetti - Chaos Theory

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just Another Spring Day 4/4

He was surprised that Ada and Kookie had not left.

"We didn't want to be caught in the crowds. Besides, I don't think we can do much in the North either. I'd rather wait, then leave so soon," she explained on the first day of winter as they sat in the gardens.

Snow flurried like pieces of broken earth. Then it began to rain down in sorrow.

"I'm not going to leave. I'd rather die closer to my family."

Ada was shocked but not surprised. He lived in a world of pessimism.

After their bitter confessions, they became a trio. Amongst the pain and hopelessness, they took care of each other. Finally, he had someone to love again.

The last buses arrived late in the last days of the year. The children that knew they couldn't make it onto the buses cried as their new friends all left.

He sat in his room, prepared to wait until they vacated. He heard a knock on his door.

"Everyone, make your way to the stations. We want to fit as many people on the final buses as possible."

The guards hoarded the children like dangerous sheep.

He didn't know what the situation could be for, but it couldn't be good. He had to find them.

They had talked about it before. He had given a warning. However, Kookie was easily excited and wanted a taste for adventure.

He ran past the herd of eager children in search for the pair. His vision spun, he shivered in the cold, but he kept running.

His heart beat in his chest like thunder.

The people in front were lined up, a world away from the chaos behind.

He frantically scanned for the girl and boy. He looked through all three lines and all around the three buses. He felt numb from the cold.

He couldn't find them. He didn't wait in the lines.

The engines began to rumble. Snow crystals swirled in the bitter wind.  Tears fell from his eyes and seeped into his woolen coat. It was a moment of calm inside the despair. He yelled in agony and anger and tried to search for them one more time. Through his panic, he thought he saw a mirage of fluffy brown hair and small hands waving to him. He was too late.

The guards pushed him back.

There he watched through his blurred vision, the buses slowly disappearing from his line of sight.

He felt dead again, truly devoid of all hope. He sat at the stations for a day and a half. When he returned to his room again, he packed up his clothing.

In the spring, he would board the new buses and never look back. There was no one important left here anyway.  In his short lifetime, he was brought upon a speck of light and he lost it.

He would see them soon when the flowers bloomed again.

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just Another Spring Day 3/4

Over the two weeks, he became somewhat well acquainted with the small boy and the girl. Kookie as the girl so fondly called was pleasant. The girl was not.

Ada stared at him down the hall constantly, glaring at his back. She didn't trust him.

The feeling was mutual.

Soon, the golden, falling leaves of autumn transitioned to the iced and barren streets of winter. The weather wasn't the only thing that had changed. Sang-min eventually talking to the girl, learning many things about her. He learned of her passions for life and her love for the last person left in her. How broken down she was, but unlike himself, how she still had hope for the future.

During lunch after laboring in the fields, the main counselor announced that half of the children would be taken to a facility in the Northern Sector.

Buses would take a couple every day, as though they were waiting for a sign.

Everyone was excited; they would finally get to leave. They would finally move on into the future. They would finally move on with their lives.

Volunteers left first. They crowded the buses in the stations.

He stayed in his room, fiddling with a paper airplane.

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just Another Spring Day 2/4

"Leave to your assigned rooms. Another person has been selected to live with you. Be nice."

As he basked in misery in the darkness of his room, he decided to ignore his new roommate. The door slowly opened.

A face peered in through the crack.

"Is this room A10?" the voice meekly questioned.

He decided to be nasty.

"Doesn't it look like to you? There's a tag outside. Go ask it if its room A10."

The person looked outside for a good fifteen seconds then ran back into the room.

The lights turned on.

"Hi! I would tell you my name, but my parents didn't give me one. What's your name?" the little boy curiously asked.

"I'm Sang-min."

The kid nodded brightly, then yelled down the hallway. "Hey, Ada! I made a new friend. His name is Sang-min!"

A girl rushed in. "How nice! Go play outside while I talk to this nice young man," she exclaimed.

"Young man? I'm probably older than you."

The girl ignored his remark. "Listen, I don't care. Kookie, that's what I usually call him, he's a delicate child. Please. Don't mess with him; he's all that I have left," she pleaded.

He nodded. He wanted to avoid as much human contact as possible. The short girl nervously looked at him for a few moments then rushed out in search of her companion.

Later that night, after dinner, they headed to their rooms to sleep. The kid kept incessantly speaking as they both went to sleep.

He heard crying late into the night. He ignored the small boy as he cried himself back to sleep.

The next day, the kid acted as though nothing was wrong.

He did too.

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just Another Spring Day-1/4

Two weeks.

Two weeks and it already felt like hell.

The actual place wasn't terrible, just overall decent rooms and food.

It was the feeling of desperation and imprisonment that drove him to the brink of the insane. It was knowing that he could never return to the life he threw away.

The long tables in the dining room, uptight counselors, the linen bed sheets many had never slept on before- they were all there just there to keep the "visitors" docile enough.

They were taken from their homes in the early hours of the night. As they walked off with him through the dense bushes surrounding the village, he realized what the elaborate kidnapping was for.

His parents sold him. They sold him for the grains used to keep his little sister alive. After all, she was going to be the breadwinner for the family. She was the talented one, constantly eyed by the son of the local chief.

After all, what more could the useless and weak do?

But he wasn't resentful or vengeful. He knew for a long time the day was coming. Now, his life could be used for good reason.

As he sat with the children taken, he noticed how out of place he was. Most of them were actual children; their faces still dusted with the radiance of innocence.

The "camp" instructor explained how their parents didn't want them anymore; how they were going to use their lives for good.

They were the Worthy. They were going to dedicate their lives to science.

The children looked in awe and wonder.

He wanted to throw up. The system was disgusting, but what he could do? Neither him nor the other now orphaned children could do anything.