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Andrew WeiMrs. ShigemitsuWorld Literature5/18/10 The Explosion The night air was warm and dry. Peering outside from the inside of thefast-food falafel restaurant, a young boy gazed up into the heavens. The sky,filled with misty grayish clouds, sent a calming sensation down his spine. Hecouldn't remember the last time when the sight of a star-less night capturedhis attention. Drifting into a trance-like state, the boy took a deep breath,slowly relaxing his body. Forgetting about the bright-red tray in his hands, hebegan to let his arms sag down, gradually relieving the soreness on hismuscles caused by a hard day's work. Piled high like the mountains in theHimalayas, the stack of grimy and used plates and utensils slid down theincline of the tray. Just leaning slightly at first, the mound of plates shookand slid off the table. Realizing what was happening, the boy quicklysnapped back into the material world, but it was too late. Watching the dullmetal plates clang against the ground, he stared wide-eyed at the mess thatwas created. A voice cried out,"David! What are you doing! You careless child, this is the third timethis week! Stop your stargazing and get back to work!" cried a high-pitchedvoice from the front of the falafel shop."Sorry Aunty, won't happen again," David replied quietly."Oh give him a break," said Uncle, "He's only fourteen. Lets clean upand close shop already, your aunty and I have to go temple."
Patting off his striped orange apron, David quickly finished his choresat the restaurant and began making his way up into the attic of therestaurant, where he lived. Although it was not a spacious or luxuriousspace, this was the home David knew ever since his parents died when hewas a small child. His aunty and uncle, although strict and sometimesoverbearing, raised him as though he was one of their own. His bed,cramped against the corner of the attic that overlooked the street wassurrounded with windows, a comfort that he just couldn't explain. There wassomething about windows to him that just seemed to open up the entireworld to him, telling him that anything was possible. Often times he wouldspend sleepless nights just staring outside of the window, looking at the starswhile dreaming about his parents. This night, however, was different. Tiredfrom helping his aunt and uncle all day at the restaurant, David slumped onthe bed quickly, shut his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.--------------------Rain, dark and salty, awakened him from his daze. His bed, now flippedcompletely on his side, hung halfway outside of the window that wasoverlooking the street. The metal frame of the bed was twisted and it was amatter of luck that David was thrown off the bed as a result of theconcussive force. Attempting to stand up, he briefly lost his balance as hegrabbed the handle of his dresser for support. Rubbing his forehead andeyes, David surveyed the room. The attic looked as if it was one of a housethat had been abandoned for centuries. Water leaked into the room from
almost every corner, and he couldn't tell if it was from the rain that wasleaking through the now wrecked roof or if it was from broken plumbing.Glass lied on the floor as a result of the windows that shattered immediatelyfrom the blast. The pale moonlight shining on surface of the floor of the atticrevealed many planks of wood that were now loose and hazardous. Apainting of the crucifixion of Jesus that hung next to his dresser was nowlying on the floor, the glass of the frame broken. The painting was one of thefew possessions that were left to him by his parents. Even though he didn'treally understand the significance of the painting, he understood that it hadone and the sight of the destroyed painting made his heart sink a little.Feeling slightly more aware, David's mind started to race. He did notknow what had hit him or what had just happened. The only thing he couldremember was a loud battle cry followed by a force that knocked himstraight out. Wondering about his aunt and uncle, the boy began to panic.Where were they? Are they okay? He knew that living in Israel was adangerous, but nothing of this severity had ever happened to
. He heardstories of how things were heating up politically across the border of Israel ashis government was taking more drastic measures against the "Arabicthreat".His face covered in sweat and rain, he paced around the room thinkingabout what had happened and what he should do. Still feeling dazed, hepoked his head outside of the window and smelled the odor of burningrubber and metal. A cloud of heavy, black smoke engulfed a restaurant that

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