Hidden Secrets

Genevieve's Point of View

Avery stormed out and into the grassy field of daisies, the last of our world. "I'll handle this." Isabella whispers softly, her voice is always comforting it is a flutey-like a bird calling out, a warm blanket on a bitter cold winter night. "Avery" she says, "I know it is tough times, and you miss your mother. I remember when my mother died of influenza. It was horrible and I never recovered, but she died just for you and I know she would be heartbroken if you took that offer and tore it to shreds . What I am saying is to value that she would die a million times so that you could live, so you need to do better than this. So get inside before it gets dark outside because you know what happens." "Alright, but I hate you for making me feel bad!" He joked. "See all better!" Isabella said. I was astonished. "How?!" I asked with amazement. "You just need to treat him like the mature young man he is supposed to be." She said like it was easy. "Well whatever you did as long as it works I don't care." The next day we had oatmeal like every day. But today we picked some blueberries and it was so savory they were just the right kind of ripe, they were sweet to make you smile, but sour enough to make you shudder. The Klingons were at it again, another dead star, another destroyed planet, many more stolen lives. The newspaper was always depressing. We went into town to find more things to be useful. There is never much because the Klingons have already taken it. At night they go through the town in waves killing and then stealing to all of the people they can get their hands on and not just humans, they especially like to hurt the Vulcan.its what happens when Romulans and Klingons find out about Hitler's preserved brain.