The End.

3

As I carried the hefty book in one hand, I hopped down the few stairs coming from my house and walked over to my dad's red Ford truck. There, I opened the front door and set the scrapbook in the drivers seat, that way no one would forget it. Then, I held on to my camera even tighter, and I ran down to where our mail box was, and where the road began. I pulled the antique camera close to my face where I could see what the picture would be of, and I aimed it where you could see the entire house and the yard. You could even see the back of the truck with all of our bags on it, but instead of ruining the photo, I think that would remind me of today, just incase I ever feel homesick. I hung the camera back around my neck and held the un-developed photo in my hand, waiting for it to finish creating the photo of my house that I may need one day.
Then, as I was walking back to the truck to converse with my family once more, the truck boomed to life, making me jump a little and start jogging to where my family was. My mom was in the passenger side, waiting for my father and Kyle who were still strapping everything down to the truck, and Alison was sitting in the back-cab in the middle seat waiting with her head resting on her hands which were placed on her knees.

"Carter? Hey sweetie" my mother cooed.
"I brought you some books, to pass the time away. I couldn't exactly bring all of them, but I think these will do you some good."
She handed me a small bag of five or six of my favorite books. I smiled, and thanked her. My family recognized my passion for reading and writing, and they always pressured my siblings and I to get good grades and do well in not only school but our daily lives.
Almost seconds later, Kyle opened the door to the passenger side, and sat down behind my mother and beside Alison. Then, my father jumped into his seat, plopping right onto the scrapbook. He let out a little "hey!" and moved it from underneath him onto the console in between him and my mother. My mom gave him a gentle smile and reached over to pat him on the leg. Whenever my dad was stressed with work or really anything, she always made it better.
The truck roared to life as my dad pulled out of our driveway and into the street. Everyone was completely silent until the radio buzzed to life, creating the simple siren sounds that indicate there is an emergency.
"This is an update. Previous newscasts have spoken about the recent issues. These allegations are not true. Please realize that the United States government is working out the malfunctions ensured in our country. Due to the debt we have, the President has decided that we will not be importing any cargo from any other country." The bland voiced person spoke in a dull and monotone voice that made me cringe a little, but I kept listening for more, my mind was swarmed with so much that I hardly realized that my dad had cut the radio off and had begun talking.
"The thing is," he began
"I've known that this was going to happen. I.. I couldn't tell you in fear of word getting out because there's not enough room for many more people where we will be staying. A few of my co-workers and buddies and I have been putting back money. We've been hiring people that know what they're doing. This happened quicker than we had expected and not everything is ready. I promise we will be okay. Just hear me out. It will take a long time to get there, but trust me you'll be so glad we aren't out here anymore."
I sucked in a breath, searching my mind for a link to this madness.
"We knew it was going to happen soon when we started noticing that the president was never outside of his office. They began to fire unnecessary employees, even the cooks. But they kept all of the security. There was talk about other countries slacking off on sending the correct orders. Then, gas prices elevated immensely. After that we looked more closely at grocery stores. We stared to notice things.. Like how there would be very few televisions on sale. How the stores were out of the tropical fruits, and when they did have them, they would be uber expensive. No one else would have noticed it if they weren't paying attention. It seemed like things just costed more but.. There were signs. There was talk at The White House, the employees.. We wanted to come up with a backup plan for our families. And that, that we did. I'm sad to see the world is going insane right now, but I'm happy because I'll be with my family. The rest of your aunts, uncles, and cousins will be there soon. Your grandparents didn't want to come, neither ones. They will be okay too.. Just not in the same way."

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Teaser; Calum Hood. That is all.