The Means to War!

Prologue

Do you love war? Do you think war is a game where if you win you will not regret it? Do you think at the end of it that you will not be sad to see your enemies die and you can live with that fact that you did your job? Well, I will tell you that you are wrong on all these parts. War is not fun, and it is not a game. It makes you want to curl up and imagine that you never witnessed what you saw. You will regret everything, and you will see the faces of the people that you have killed, and you will wake up screaming in the middle of the night because of it.

I know that for a fact because I lived and watched it, and I wished I could go back, and I could forget that part of my memory. Maybe I wished I could save some of my friends or maybe not go into war at all. The thing is that we all do not get what we want, and the universe will just dump you in the middle of a blood bath and watch as you get torn to shreds, it is the same as war. This is my story and how I was roped into a war that I had no choice in the matter and had to fight my way through it. OK you ready? Good! Then pull up a chair or sit down somewhere comfy because this will take a while to tell this story of a boy and his fight for survival in the middle of a war.

It was mid-October 22,2030 on planet Zavo. It was like earth in every way. In the kingdom of Drake, in a city called Fergo. Near the suburbs where it was chilly. Stood an old house on the block. The roof was grey, and the walls were grey as well and it was a two-story house. The windows were cracked and old and the inside was grey and bland too. The driveway had dozens of cracks from not getting repaired. My name is Joey Free-wheeler the 3rd and I am 12 years old.

My day started out like any other day with my foster father barging in my room and flipping over my mattress and laughing as I tried to fight my way out from my mattress. It was not the first time my father or rather my foster father did this. You are probably wondering why am I not calling my foster father dad? Well for me to explain that; that would require a little back story to how I got here.

I was just two when my father and mother left to go and get something, and they left a babysitter to look after me. Well, they unfortunately got in a car wreck with a semi, and it made their car roll five times before it went over a guard rail and landed onto a highway down below, crashing on top of another car that was stuck in traffic. My mother and father did not make it and what was worse was that they had to be cremated because of how bad their bodies were mangled. Then I was put in foster care when my foster father and mother took me in. Let us just say that even back then my foster dad was a real jerk while my mother was sweet.

Then one day she walked away having enough of my foster father and I never saw her again. The thing is I am not allowed to call my foster dad father because he would always get angry with me

Once I got out from underneath the death trap of doom. I looked around with sleepy eyes at my room. My room did not have much in it, it had green walls and old brown wooden floors, but nothing hung from the walls and all I had was a nightstand, alarm clock, dresser, and clothes basket. I started towards the bathroom to brush up my hair and my teeth and wake myself up more. The bathroom had blue walls and white cracked tile floors and an ugly worn toilet and grey curtains on the shower hook. I went into the small, cramped space of a bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Brown hair and eyebrows with dark green eyes, stared back at me. My face was a little rounded and I had a pointed nose that was straight and even. I smiled and saw my straight white teeth and nodded to myself that I look pretty good. My chin was rounded and fit my face perfectly and my peach skin never looked so good.

I then walked out of the bathroom and one of my brothers was there waiting for me and then smiled as he shoved me out of the way to get to the bathroom. My brother Alex was older than me and had white skin and black hair with a blond streak running down the middle of his hair. Alex also had a pointy nose and a sharp chin and deep blue eyes that I have ever seen. He could glare at you with his icy blue eyes and would make you freeze as if you were staring at Medusa.