Writing A Different Perspective

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This is a fictional story about the United States in the Summer of 2012, in which the country goes into a state of total anarchy because.. well, you'll find out. ;P

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Elijah Cumberton leaned on his suitcase, patiently waiting for his family to reach the Security Check area. Summer had recently set in, and Elijah’s parents were taking him and his seven-year old sister, Keisha, to Washington D.C. to get a break from the Arizona heat. Keisha had been complaining about various annoyances since they had left the house, which was half an hour away from the airport, and was still at it.

“I’m tired of walking!” She complained to her father, a defiant fury in her eyes. “Carry me!” Mr. Cumberton groaned, but with no other objection, he hoisted Keisha over his shoulder and rolled her suitcase forward along with his own as they moved up in the long line. The Security Check was now visible. It could be seen that the area provided a short walk through a large arc-shaped metal detector, after which various signs pointed in the direction of the room in which passengers waited for their flight to be called. Elijah hoped his family’s flight would be called soon after they went through Security Check, as he was tired of Keisha’s complaining and was not planning on sitting next to her on the plane.

As they moved up in line, Elijah noticed a figure in the waiting area that he recognized – the current president of the United States, Natalie Daniels. She had been elected president after Obama and Biden had resigned due to the pressure being set on them. Daniels was surrounded by men whose black clothing seemed to cast a shadow on the airport. The men were keeping away any potentially dangerous figures – which was basically everyone in the airport – and the press. Even with these men, cameras still flashed in Daniels’s direction. Her advisor was walking around the area and attempting to get the public to settle down, but was unsuccessful in his attempt.

Elijah didn’t really care about seeing the president in the airport; he just wanted to get on the flight. He sighed as his family moved closer to the Security Check and zipped up his new jacket. He had bought it from the local mall in preparation for the trip. He was not used to wearing a jacket, as Arizona was usually swelteringly hot, and somehow took an immense satisfaction in putting it on and zipping it up. He was not, however, used to seeing the public look at him oddly because he was basically the only one wearing a jacket in Arizona during the summer.

When his family reached Security Check, his father and Keisha went through the large arc while the authorities checked their suitcases with no comeuppance. After his mother went through, Elijah handed his suitcase to the authorities uneasily and walked through the large arc. Before he could step out, the metal detector went off. His eyes widened in surprise as he wondered why it had gone off when he stepped through the arc, and not his father, sister or mother. The two security guards, dressed in dark blue with light red hats and one holding a small magnet-shaped object, calmly walked over to search Elijah, a different emotionless expression on each of their faces. Elijah watched the small magnet-shaped metal detector as they ran it up his body. It turned neon red when it reached his jacket, and the guards looked at each other, an annoyed expression on their faces.

“You’re free to go,” one told Elijah with a hint of annoyance in his deep voice, “it was just your jacket.” With that comment, the two guards went back to the luggage check, handed Elijah his dark green suitcase and motioned him to the waiting area with their hands. When Elijah reached the area, his parents looked at him worriedly.

“What was it?” His mother asked him in a fearful tone.

“It’s nothing, mom,” Elijah responded, chuckling, “the metal detector found my jacket’s zipper.” His mother smiled, relieved at his response, and sat down on one of the benches provided. Before Elijah could sit down himself, a robotic voice came on over the intercom.

“Flight 13A – Phoenix, Arizona to Washington, D.C.,” it called. Elijah was surprised to find that the president was on their flight, but moved on without a question. He was separate from his family in the line to get on the plane, but would sit next to them on the actual plane anyways.

When he reached the door to get on the plane, a security guard blocked
Elijah’s way with his arm.

“You can’t go on there,” the guard warned in a monotone.

“But my family just got on there!” Elijah countered.

“I’m sorry, you can’t go on there. We’ve received a report that you were found dangerous in Security, and it hasn’t been cleared,” the security guard said, shaking his head side to side. Elijah saw the president looking back at him thoughtfully as her advisor whispered something in her ear. She smiled and walked towards him, unprotected.

“Excuse me,” she said in a sweet voice to the security guard, “this boy has been cleared. It was simply his jacket the metal detector found.”

The security guard looked at her, astonished, and lifted his arm. Elijah smiled in relief and quickly thanked the president. As they began walking toward the airplane, the door connecting the airplane to the airport closed. Natalie gasped in shock and ran towards it as the airplane began taking off, leaving a simple hole at the end of the small hallway. She ran furiously ran towards the hole and jumped to the airplane. Elijah watched as her hand just missed the airplane and frantically grabbed for a support, but he could only hear the sickening crunch that was made as the former president of the United States hit the ground.
 
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