This Book belongs to Clara Powell, the sixteen year old writer from London. Any copying or editing of this story must be done by the author herself or mentioned friends of hers that have been allowed to do so. The author will not be disallowing copying, however, if you do so, there may be consequences as you have copied other work and you may lack your own originality. Similar books are allowed however, copying is discouraged.
I sincerely hope you enjoy "Thats Just Life" created 2013.
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Unknown POV
A year until disaster.
Thats how long it was. Those four words meant so much, and yet so many would never learn them. I am agent Lucy Howard, ID 132.423. I was one of the first members of the board to learn of Earths unpredictable fate, of which we learnt just today. You see, I am the current prime minister's eldest, and only daughter. I have just my mother and father but I hardly ever see them due to work.
We couldnt be sure that anything would strike earth, but even back in 2012 there were suggestions that earth was nearing its end. People made 'movies' about tsunamis, tornados, and suggested other worldly sourced issues. We passed on to 2013 with no issues, and any mention of Earth's perish was held off until this very day. Today, we heard from an unknown source that a wave of electro magnetic energy was due to sweep over the earths surface, causing who knows what!
My father was becoming weary with the work due to load upon his broad shoulder's, bags lined his eyes and his lips were cracked from all his speaking.
But then another, more personal, disaster struck me when I was returning from my school in a heavily guarded van with armed men. I sat in the back, a man either side and comfortably exchanging words with one of the two, when a screeching sound and the guard's shouts of, "Get down!" was followed by an instant black out.
I woke up an unknown amount of time later in a small glass tank, much like the fish tanks that were used some thirty years ago. The only differences was, it was human sized and contained me instead of a small scaly creature with fins.
Yes, it even contained a clear liquid like water. But I could breathe in it, somehow. This must have been Clearagel. The worrying thing was, this was a highly classified substance heavily guarded in Unit 4, deep under ground in a govenmental facitlity. It was meant to be used on aliens. So who was using the very same substance on me?
I bashed on the tough glass, seeing only blackness outside the tank. There was no light except the pale blue spotlight centred on me as I cried and slapped my palms on the shiny surface. My eyes eventually dried and I slid down the sides, my knees curling into my chest and being circled by my arms as I let out dry sobs. Where was dad? Mum? Had the people found out about the suggested demise of earth itself?
All I could think about was the people's safety.
