TAKEN

One: I Am Alone On The First Day Of Summer (Right After I Get Burned In My Dream

Everywhere I look, I see destruction.

Welcome to New York!  The wreckage seemed to scream at me as I walked past.

Something huge destroyed this city, and I don't want to find out.
Buildings were reduced to rubble, cars were overturned and burned, and the road was covered in corpses and wreckages.

I kept on walking until I reached the stairway of where the Empire State Building once stood. No sign of life still. Everyone was dead.

Looking up, the skies were angry. It rained down large fiery rocks and they all crashed in random places. One hit the ruined Empire State base and burned it until there was nothing left.

So since when did fires have antimatter powers? I suppose it was only until now.

Then the sky was covered in darkness. Black smoke rushed in all directions as they formed a large shape. Then, two of the fiery boulders floated together as a pair in one part of the sky, like eyes.

Now there was a shadow of an unknown beast coming after me as I ran off to nowhere.

The shadow beast spit out another rain of fire, and they all scattered and scattered until they all ran after me. I kept on running and running until I met a dead end.
I turned back and saw that one fireball was about to hit me. I faced it, two inches to my face when--

I opened my eyes to another world. I was in my bed. All of the horrible things I saw disappeared, and instead being on that dead end, I was in bed, sleeping amongst the clutter of my room.

Oh great. Now that was a dream.

I looked at my alarm clock. It was already 7:00 of June 3 2018, the first day of summer.

Going downstairs, I found myself alone again. The house was empty. As always, I get to be alone on the first day of summer again. Now, how cool is that?

The phone rang. Great, who's calling on the start of a great summer day?

I had to answer the phone.

"Hello, Peterson dear. Good morning.
I'm so sorry I had to leave so early. The president called for a meeting this 5:30 a.m. I had to be there."

"Yes, mom." I say. "I hear that."

But the truth is,I really don't understand that.

Well. Left alone again and again is my expertise, and I've been doing this for six years (Mom and Dad started leaving me alone when I was 10.)

Well, so much of Mom's apology.

I slammed the reciever. I didn't even stop for a moment to hear what Mom was saying.

I'm tired of being left alone.

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