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None Of This Is True.

(Chapter 1 of 3)

“A Reckoning.”

Plenty of nights Zora sat alone in here studio apartment gazing out of her window her eyes would rest on reason for living while finding serenity in the sun setting in the distance. The year was two thousand and something and someone was running for President of the United States of America. Zora had graduated from UIC and her resume in regards to politics was too say the least, prestige. There are times in history when things happen and sometimes it could appear as though history is repeating.

“We read what we want here. The problem isn’t that people don’t want to change. The problem is personal accountability is damn near nonexistent consequently promoting nothing more than scapegoat’s, tyrant’s and zealots; who wake up every single day thinking about how they can fuck up someone else’s day.”

While getting coffee Zora noticed someone familiar standing in line. A tall, heavy, shaggy white guy. One would think the guy watched entirely too many Vin Diesel movies because of his attire. After thanking the barista Zora continued on her way out of the Coffee Shop when suddenly she hears the tall, heavy, shaggy, white guy yell out her name.

“Zooorrrrrra!”

Definitely thinking “what in the entire fuck is going on?” Everyone including Zora stood silent. The shaggy white guy finally became noticeable. His name was Shawn Wentenslurber, He and Zora went to high school together. Standing in complete disbelief Zora thought to herself. What are the odds this guy she went to high school with would be in the same coffee shop as her in a completely different State?

“My goodness it’s so good to see a familiar face.”

Approaching with no regard for personal space he reached out for a hug,

fortunately he was denied.

“Wow, it’s really random seeing you … After all these years.” Replied Zora.

“I know right!?” Shawn was excited and perhaps for all the wrong reasons. He began to discuss the most random things. Keep in mind it’s been at least 15 years since Zora has been in high school and truthfully she enjoyed growing up with her friends back in Ohio. That clearly was not that same sentiment with Shawn.

“Do you remember Chelsea Urbanski!?”

“Sure, I miss both of them very much.” Replied Zora.

“Oh really, well I can’t say I feel the same way.”

And then…

There was awkward silence while Zora sipped her coffee.

“So what brings you to Chicago?”

Asking this question Zora realized two things. This guy might be insane and also he doesn’t have any coffee.

After 10 or 15 minutes of exhausting verbiage about high school, Shawn finally explained that he was staying in a Hotel and had relocated for a job. He and Zora exchanged phone numbers and he was very determined to be Facebook friends before they parted ways. Zora of course needed another coffee after that odd exchange of intellect.

Checking her phone she noticed Shawn had already added her on facebook. On her way home Zora decided to change her route and take the Blue-line train headed north. Walking from the train she received a text from Shawn.

— Out and about in the city for the night. Would you like to grab a drink or a bite to eat?

Immediately Zora thought out loud,

“Hell naw!”

She ignored the texted and continued her journey home. Her phone then receives another message. This time it’s from her Boyfriend of five years Terryl who she met in College.

— I am about to touch down in the City. ETA 30 minutes. I miss you. You wanna hang out and play tonight or do you have to work?

Occasionally Terryl and Zora spend time apart because the difference in work schedules. But to say that these two aren’t in love would be silly. Excited to see the message is from him,

Zora reads and quickly replies back.

— Yay! Your back. I am off work tonight. Do you wanna play tonight?

The word “Play” has always been an inside joke with Zora and Terryl. I am sure you as the reader wont need a visualization of what they mean when using this verb. Use your imagination. They both agree to meet at Portillo’s for food and then have play time after going dancing. The next hour Zora put her freak em dress on, jamming out to her music anxiously awaiting a good time with Terryl. The door bell rings, Zora thinking it could already be Terryl rushes to the door to greet him. When she opens the door no one is there just a box with an envelope placed on top signed, “SW”. Thinking nothing of it Zora brings the box inside and opens the envelope, A letter inside simply reads.

“I don’t like to be ignored!”

Zora immediately calls 911 while texting Terryl what was happening.

“Hello, Yes I have an emergency. I believe someone is stalking me and perhaps trying to hurt me, a mysterious package was just delivered to me and I really don’t want to open it.”

While speaking with 911 Zora receives a text from Terryl.

— I am walking up to your apartment now.

Still on the phone with 911 Zora walks to the window searching for Terryl, she doesn’t see anything but she here’s a loud bang And the door bell rings again. Looking through the peephole Zora can see Terryl crouched over, she opens the door to see that he has been shot. She then yells too the 911 dispatcher

“Someone has been shot! You need to get here right fucking now!”

Terryl standing up with the support of the bookshelf tells Zora

“I know where he is. He’s trying to make a run for it through the back alley. I’m gonna go get em.”

Before Zora could grab his arm Terryl had began to make his way down the hall towards the elevator.

“Stop! Come back.” Screamed Zora. “I see him outside the window.”

Standing at the window Zora could see Shawn running towards traffic on lakeshore drive.

“What the hell is he thinking he’s gonna do!?”

Asked Terryl while holding Zora at the window.

“I have no fucking clue.” Replied Zora.

First there was a loud boom type sound, one of large impact. After Zora and Terryl could see Shawns body flying through the air for about 11 feet before smashing, twisting and scrapping against the pavement. The irony is Shawn was hit by an Ambulance. The amazing part is he didn’t die, however after leaving the hospital he was set to stand in front of judge.

I guess some of US really do hold grudges.

Reckoning - The action or process of calculating or estimating something.

Or a person's view, opinion, or judgment. #NoneOfThisIsTrue

(Chapter 1 of 3)

“A Reckoning.”