The Young

Chapter Two

"Lunar! Come on we have to go!" Hello, I am Lunar, the most awesomest person you will ever meet, yeah I know it was a pleasure to meet me yadda, yadda, yada.... I wish but no, my life is like the opposite of awesome. Me and my twin (sister) her name is Luna, "Wow, great names you guys got." Yeah, yeah, I've heard it a million times, but my parents were space nerds. While everyone else was thinking about important things, like the future, the next war, or "how not to die tomorrow". They were sticking their noses in telescopes looking at the pretty clouds, now we live in a home. Shocker, really I've never met someone who lived in a home before.  Okay, laugh it up all you want, but I mean a home for orphans. "Gasp," silence, yup my parents died, left me and my sister to defend ourselves. They had died defending their next "big discovery", saying that since they were "big scientists" they and their kids ("gasp," (another one? (Get out of my parentheses!) Okay, where was I... Oh yeah! Wow, they're talking about their kids now, selfish much. (Dude you've written way too much in this it doesn't even sound good anymore) It does too, and I said get out! Okay... um... Back to the story, I guess.) should not have to partake in this war (for scientific reasons). Yeah, the army did not like that very much, they gave them one last chance and when my parents did not take it, they were killed. We were sent to live in a stinking, old, orphanage since my sister and I were only of age 16.
The orphanage was small run-down building with many broken windows so there is always a draft inside. The wallpaper and paint had been removed and redone so many times the inside looked like when you held skittles for too long in your hand. Yeah, it was a mess. All of the boys had to share a room. Yup, the room looked like a tornado went through.
"Lunar did you hear me?" Luna was waving her hand in front of my face.
"Um, yeah, oh sorry," I muttered as I realized that I had been daydreaming again.
"Yeah, well come on dreamer boy their relocating us again." She spoke with a smile shoving me in the direction of the big trucks. We had to relocate the orphanage again since the Mögliche Verdiensthöhe was getting closer causing a threat to us children living there. Mögliche Verdiensthöhe was once long ago Germany, but over time there became a new leader named Henri König, which in English translates to "king", it is pretty fitting since he sure does act like one. He became the dictator of Germany, soon gaining control of most of Asia. He renamed Germany Mögliche Verdiensthöhe meaning 'earning power' since he believed that Mögliche Verdiensthöhe people are most holy, and perfect. König based his philosophy off of a man I had only learned of once in school, his name was Hitler.
Henri König was elected the Federal Chancellor of Germany in 2142 at age 31. Later after five years of working towards being president, he took the position at age 36. Now in 2179, he is 68 years old.
We were moving quickly towards the trucks. They were huge camouflage vehicles. The tires were just about as big as my whole 6-foot self. This would be my first time riding in a car and I was ecstatic but nervous. Like what if while we're driving the car explodes killing us all, or suddenly the Mögliche Verdiensthöhe attacks us! (Dude you have such a hyperactive imagination, it's ruining the story! (Stop telling me what to do, little person inside my brain))
"Come on kids we don't got all day!" An older man wearing camouflage uniform matching the truck screamed at us. The other orphans and I were moving as fast as we could since we were all carrying all of our possessions slung across our backs, or shoved inside an old suitcase. Most of us only have a few things since our parents had just dropped us here not caring a bit.
A few guards started climbing out of the vehicle's, walking briskly towards us. "Come here, kids." The guards started dragging us towards the cars.
"Kid we don't got all day." The man dragging me spat. His grip tighten making me wince. My glare on the men harder as they kept calling us kids. I was just so angry, why should they be pushing us around when we did nothing. Some of us were almost old enough to be drafted. To fight for our country. Give our lives away. And yet this man calls us kids. Some of us though were just kids. Some like David Montgomery, he was 6, the youngest of us. His parents named him after the old times when everything was perfect. They never had wanted him to be any danger, never want him to be in the army (that's at least what he claimed) and yet where are his parents now?