Prologue
(you better read this you dirty rotten reader who always skips prologues)
Ever since Gertrude had learned how to say “why” as a child, it became her favorite word. She asked it about everything. Even as she grew to become more mature her brain always turned to the “why” rather than her mothers “when” or other peoples “how.”
She treasured this attribute, but only at times. Some days she tossed it aside, thinking it too selfish to keep, too imperfect to treasure.
For treasure is dangerous, unless it is shared.
The thoughts of Gertrude Fitzgerald
Nothing was quite perfect.
Lawns were mowed, houses cleaned, school learned, and life lived. But... Something wasn't quite perfect.
Parking lots were painted as often as the borderlines of a soccer field. Traffic was hethenistic and therefore it never transpired. Curling irons were used everyday to coil hair in the most optimal shape. Life was perfect.
But it wasn’t.
There was just the right amount of people in this specifically ideal neighborhood. With many imperfections, it was perfect. It looked perfect therefore it was. The people looked perfect therefore they were. In this absolute neighborhood there was a girl. And she was different.
She was this way, only because she chose to be. Her name was Gertrude.
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In a life-time, people aim to become better. Most ordinary people intend to be a better person at 98 than they were at 13 years old. It’s only human nature to progress. And as present becomes the past and the future history, we expect each other to become better together, to learn from the history, to use new inventions, to wear nicer clothes, to speak more refined, to be healed from sicknesses more efficiently, and therefore, be more perfect than the past generations. But we are not. The fact is, people are born equal, and they shouldn’t expect one generation to make better choices than the last one.
Moral progression does not come as a society.
And so were the thoughts of Gertrude Fitzgerald as she let her feet dangle above the pavement and pound down into a depressing rhythm. She often had thoughts like these. Perhaps they gave her joy. Perhaps they didn’t.
“What are you thinking about, Gertrude?” Nancy Witherbee stated artlessly while crossing the street towards her.
Though the statement was without art, the day was not. The sky was as blue as a robins egg with wisps of cloud painting itself above jagged and colorful mountains. The sun was a cup of hot chocolate, filling your soul with warmth. Flowers (that still had life within them) smiled and became confident again.
“I bet you're worrying about all the homework you have to catch up on. I have so many papers to write….. and I don’t even have the patience to calculate and add them all up.”
Gertrude smiled in understanding, and watched Nancy’s coiled curls bounce up and down and the impeccable style of her outfit.
“Heather!” Nancy exclaimed and sprinted away from her with a wave of a hand.
Gertrude walked to the school in rhythm, sloshing through the doors that whooshed a wave of bleakness all over her freckled skin.
This school consisted of stout brown bricks piled together in absolute order. Not just the bricks were stout, the entire air of the school stank of stoutness. It’s edges were many, and curves very few. Gertrude knew this place like the kinks in her hair, the chubbiness of her cheeks, and the shortness of her stature.
She trudged from class to class always in her rhythmic pattern, observing much. Lucy, somewhat of a gossiper always had something to say in her shrill whisper. Margaret, a peacemaker in any kind of turbulence,(including harmless discussion) always calming and explaining with expertly pedicured fingers. Perhaps Gertrude judged these people a little too harshly. Perhaps she didn’t. After all, they did try, and things they thought they understood were believed and lived fully. But Perhaps Gertrude had the most to say about Nancy. Without anyone acknowledging it, (because everyone unconsciously refused to) she was the leader.
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In Gertrude’s last class, she was pleased to be assigned to write a about why the fall of Rome came to pass, and how you think we can prevent the United States from falling today.
This was a fun topic for Gertrude. Though she hated writing, she did enjoy expressing her opinion. In fact, it was a strange topic……. No one would be able to predict how strange the outcome was of it.
And it all began with Nancy. Her paper, written and turned in the following week, was read aloud in class by the teacher:
“The Fall Of The USA
Nancy Witherbee
September 6th 2015
The Roman empire was the biggest empire ever recorded in history. It’s roads and cities stretched out all the way from England to where Iraq is now. The biggest question with this massive Government is why and how it fell. I am here to tell you my theory on how and why the biggest empire in history demolished itself and how we as The United States Of America can change this process, and maintain our strong Government, or, build a new and stronger one.
Rome was too immoral. That’s all there is to it. Even during Pax Romana (A long period from Augustus to Marcus Aurelius when the Roman empire was stable and relatively peaceful) there were 32,000 prostitutes in Rome. Emperors like Caligula and Nero became infamous for wasting money on lavish parties where guests drank and ate until they became sick. The most popular amusement was watching the gladiatorial combats in the Colosseum. Those morals and values that kept together the Roman legions and thus the empire could not be maintained towards the end of the empire. Crimes of violence made the streets of the larger cities unsafe. And in the end, they fell because of it.
In America today I believe there is a decrease in values. We are dangerously close from failing like they did. The only way to change this, of course, is to stop the decrease of values. Simple conclusion to a not so simple problem. It seems far too simple, but let me explain it before we jump to dishonest conclusions.
People will always be immoral. This is a fact. There will always be liars and cheaters and haters, etc. Because Governments are not successful when too much immorality goes on, does this mean that our Government will have to eventually fall? Never! It means we must establish a Government where we can eliminate immorality. The USA has done an okay job of doing this, yet I believe we can do better. There is things we can do to change it and make it better. We must change it. History repeats itself if we don’t learn from it. Why wouldn’t we learn from the fall of rome? Why wouldn’t we better the Government today? Why wouldn’t we do all that is in our power to keep our Government sustainable, as long as possible? There is no answer to these questions, no answer that would outweigh our bigger purpose. We must do everything in our power to not end with a fate identical to the sad one of Rome. We must do it, for our children, for the fathers who founded us, and for the bettering and perfecting of everyone.
If we do not, America, our blessed nation, will fall.”
The teacher commented on it. We congratulated Nancy, and went on with our lives.
It wouldn’t have been thought of again.
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“I believe differently. I think there is many things we can better. Would you go up to a person and say, you are as good as you can get? People can’t be perfect, yet can they be better? Just think of all of the war that these people have just gone through, that YOU have just gone through. Would you go up to those people, would you tell people who have gone through hell, that we can’t be any better. There is no hope. War will carry on because Government can’t stop it? That not just war but violence will continue, that abuse will continue, people could die in the streets from lack of governing. And you would tell them there is nothing you can do about it. Really?”
This was the content of a club Nancy had started. Surprisingly, people did in fact join, most likely out of their inability to understand moral obligation. This club, was specifically for people who believed the Government was something they had to be involved in. If they had any chance at being perfect, they had to be involved in the world. Besides, Nancy always made cookies.
Gertrude, often curious, would stand against the door to this club, always attentive and listening to their words, yet never willing to step inside.
Today, Nancy had brought up the possibility of a World War. She had explained; if we (“we” meaning the group of youth sitting in chairs trying to discuss serious things) were to be the only ones left, the only people to build a new Government, how would we do it? How would we stop war, and how could we regain peace under an orderly society?
This brought up the question of maintaining our current Government. To which Nancy answered with a powerful and emotional guilt tripping listed above.
Though these kids were trying to discuss serious things, they didn’t realize how effective their trying would be, and how very serious their discussions were.
Gertrude even began to wonder. She tried to push it aside, shove off these thoughts as unimportant. Yet she knew they were. Deep down, these thoughts were begging to transform into opinions, opinions that somehow were to become the most important.
Even after this club, people began to wonder, to think.
The discussions sat, as all important things do.
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There were so many characters. So many. They were all talking, all shouting, all voicing a new idea, a new opinion. And the carpet, it was ugly, full of rainbow twirls and swirls. It was too hot. The humidity in the room would cause an asthmatic person to have a loss of breath. The space. There wasn’t enough. The ceiling was giving in. The light flickered off and on like a strobe light. There wasn’t enough of it. The colors flashed on and off with the light and mixed all of the commotion into a disturbing churn.
It was too much.
This was the containment of Gertrude Fitzgeralds mind. There was no escape for her. Unless she took the escape everyone else was taking.
And that was……………… The shouting of characters began again as Gertrude tried to wrap a hold around her world.
Her silent tears cooled her flushed cheeks as she fell asleep against her pillow.
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Gertrude walked past houses, looking exactly like one another, and blending in with the fall colors. Black, brown, grey, cream, and dead. The dark road was the only black thing in sight, yet there seemed to be a blackness in the air. One could see the darkness of it by watching the way it tickled the trees, and then ferociously slammed into them, knocking off what little leaves they had left. For Gertrude, this wind could only arouse goose-bumps, and push her forward, as the wind always did in the fall, reminding her of the real darkness that she had yet to defeat. She saw the color of cream in the sky, being a very pale day, the blue friendly heavens were hidden by clouds that couldn't decide if they wanted to be gloomy or not. Nor could they decide if it was going to rain.
Gertrude observed all of this in her usual rhythmic pattern of marching, listening to the leaves crunch under her boot. Perhaps she was listening a little too keenly though, because it wasn't until something got extremely close, before she recognized the sound of more leaves being crunched directly behind her.
"What a felicitous day for me to find you here Gertrude."
She woke with the inability to breath.
Nothing serious, just fatal….. Gertrude thought with an attempt at laughing not screaming out in complete terror.
({interjection from the author})
At this point, you are confused…... It would be nice to say that all that had happened so far flashed through Gertrudes mind, a tricky explaining tactic used by many authors. Yet I don’t know about you, but if I was unable to breath at the moment, I would not be thinking of the unpleasant things in the past. And you see ladies and gentlemen, we come to a dilemma. Gertrude needs to breath, but more importantly, the reader needs some explaining. This dilemma can obviously be fixed with a simple explanation right at this moment:
Nancy’s club had become very successful. Under Nancy’s direction, they had talked to their congressman, made it to the news, etc. It’s not as if Nancy was the new President, but without anyone acknowledging it, (because everyone unconsciously refused to) Nancy was a born leader.
It’s not that just she was inspiring enough to gain like, a lot of power, it was also her arguments. People dared to believe them, then actually started to, and then it was hopeless, because they knew them to be true, why wouldn’t they be true? How couldn’t they be true? They made perfect sense.
And so it was up for Gertrude to decide. And she decided to be different.
Which caused her to suffer. Especially after she expressed her feelings to Nancy. Again, it’s not as if Nancy had any real power over anyone. But again, here was Gertrude, kidnapped by the people who most disagreed with that very thing.
({Interjection from the author has ended)}
Her head was spinning, and fingers tingling, she was unaware if these were symptoms that signified being close to death, but they were anything but pleasant.
She just knew she had to breath. She must breath. She HAD to breath.
Yet she didn’t, she felt herself slowly slipping away, slowly her swirling head and tingling skin overcame anything and everything else.
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“What are your last thoughts Gertrude?” Nancy stated artlessly.
“I hate you.”
“I wasn’t finished! What are your last thoughts after I ask this question….. Why are you so determined prove me wrong? I want an honest answer, I deserve one.”
“I am so determined to prove you wrong Nancy because you are wrong. You are wrong about everything. I know that choice must be value-”
“Oh this is good. Heather, go get a pencil and paper to write this down.”
“Above all else, freedom is my most treasured gift.” Gertrude said louder. “People will make mistakes, people will knowingly make them. They will be cruel and naive and utterly stupid. Just like you, Nancy.” She said with a smile. “And the world will still go round. But guess what, if we do not have the ability to choose, there will be no morality.” She was yelling at this point. “Because that itself is the biggest sin. You are wrong Nancy.” She screamed. “You are wrong!”
“I’m done with her.”
Suddenly Gertrude found herself in the recently referred to state of feeling like everything and anything was too much. She was in that terrible room again, that terrible state of utter confusion and churnings. Lights flickering, carpet swirling, people shouting things that should make sense but didn’t.
But it changed.
Suddenly, it became totally opposite, and Gertrude knew that her short-lived pain had ended. The room turned white, harshness was removed from the lights, the carpet was soft and sinky, and the voices disappeared, leaving plenty of room for Gertrude to simply smile.
Life could finally be perfect.
Authors Note:
If this book left you quite puzzled, that would make two of us.