Untitled Fiction - Zee's story

"Zee, come down here right now!" Ezekial ignored his mother's call.

"Ezekial Joshua Stein, move it, now! Don't make me come up to get you!"

"Man, Zee, you are in so much trouble! Mom knows all about you skipping school and that bogus cover-up about staying over at Ralph's house. She called there this morning to piok you up for your dental appointment."

Ezekial sat up slowly on his bed. His parents didn't understand him. The war was wrong! Why didn't they see that someone had to protest it. Someone had to let the politicians know the public wouldn't stay for it any longer. And even though he was only 14, he looked older than his age. No one at the protest thought he was a kid. They just accepted that he was one of the them. In a way, he understood that his parents had a right to be upset. He had lied to them, but they weren't going to let him join the protest. He really meant to be back last night. He was going to stay at Ralph's. It's just . . . well . . . Ezekial didn't remember everything about the night before. He had gotten caught up in moment. But one thing he did remember was the girl he met. Long brown hair, green eyes, tanned skin. She seemed so fragile. She needed protection. That's why he had gone back to the campsite with her. He'd shared his granola bars with her but that wasn't much. They were both pretty hungry still. He didn't know what to do when someone passed the joint to him. He didn't want her to think he was lame and so he puffed. It was just like a cigarette. He didn't understand why anyone thought grass was so cool. It didn't make him feel any different. He had felt so relaxed with the girl.