Unnatural Multiverse Book 7

Welcome to Freshendale

I slept while riding to my new home. I can't believe that I will live the rest of my life in the middle of nowhere! Then again, it's probably for the best. It was a hot August day. If I were to wake up now, I would be looking at some Saskatchewan prairies. Before I talk about what happens next, let me introduce myself. My name is Grace. Grace Tri-Fong. I have black hair that I like to keep up with pig tails. I have blue eyes with warm beige skin. I am going to be thirteen at the end of August. I didn't think that I was going to be spending my birthday at my new home. The person driving the car is Mr. Fong, my dad. He was making sure that we wouldn't get into an accident. My mom, Mrs. Tri, was sitting in the front passenger seat. They both have the same color hair that I do. Mom likes to keep her hair till it reaches over her shoulders and she has blue eyes. Dad likes to keep his hair short, but he has brown eyes. The boy sitting on the left is my little brother Patrick. He was sitting in his car seat and sleeping away.

He has short black hair and has brown eyes like Dad. There is something special about my brother that makes him unique from us. He is deaf. When we found out, we all got to learn the American Sign Language. My brother is very playful. We used to go to the park across the street from our old house. That was before the bad stuff began to happen. I am also unique too. I have autism. Mom and Dad have encouraged me to push myself, do well at school, and to defy my disability. My autism makes me very nervous. I was scared about moving to a new place. That fear was nothing compared to what I had to go through at my old home. We used to live in Regina. It was good at first. I played with the other neighborhood children when I was three years old. Then some of the children have disappeared one by one. The same villains tried to abduct me. I was lucky that Dad saved me. The people were caught. Though I heard that my old friends weren't coming back. They were victims of a cult. This group believe that they could make themselves rich by kidnapping other kids and use them as sacrifices. The thing about my Earth that's scary is that besides religions, anybody could be a part of one of the many worldwide cults. These cults are secret from the rest of the world. People seem to want to believe in a greater power. As for the people who don't believe in religion, I don't know what becomes of them. They are rare to come across. I think that they might be hiding someplace on the Earth. Another scary part of my life was when my parents and I were attacked by another cult. My family used to own a Chinese restaurant. Then a cult managed to mess things up for us. The restaurant got attacked by this cult four times. They believed that by causing vandalism and by creating chaos, they would be guaranteed to see the Earth's creator.

They're crazy enough to think a being that created this Earth would want them to destroy it. Then I saw a sign that said that it was about twenty kilometers to Freshendale. There was one more part of my life that I hate, and it caused my family to move. It happened while I was at school. It was the first day of May. I had this EA teacher. I am glad that I don't remember his name. He used to teach me a little bit about how Earth was going to explode from the inside. That he said that it was the truth since of how things have changed for the worse. More violence is ruling the Earth. He taught me that the Earth itself is going to explode and recreate itself. I remembered that I told my parents about this weirdo. They soon talked to the school about this. It turns out that this EA teacher was a member of a cult. I thought that the weird EA teacher is a member of the cult that destroyed the restaurant that my parents used to run. It turns out that he wasn't. In fact, the whole Earth has cults and religions that you can join. The people who are cult members tend to keep their membership secret. The people that claim not to believe anything or call themselves atheist aren't easy to trust. People who claim to be atheists in the past are secretly members of a cult. People could make cults out of any kind of idea. Political leaders, ideas of how the world was created or will be destroyed, or how to achieve greatness are used as ideas to create different cults. They create any of their own artifacts or books that talk about their beliefs. My parents have gotten new jobs as grocery store employees. It turns out that Mom is the manager, while my father is a clerk. My family aren't atheists but I'm not sure what to believe in. I felt like going back to sleep, but I couldn't. We arrived at Freshendale before four o' clock. I did see a few tractors and farming equipment nearly everywhere. There was a big store that sells all of the farming equipment that any farmer could need. We passed by a few businesses, then I saw Dad turning left just as we were at the other edge of the town. A kilometer later, we had found ourselves at our new home. I don't know if it was a new house, or it was renovated. Either way, I'm happy to be getting out after a long trip. Dad and Mom got out first after they had parked the car next to the moving truck. I remembered the same truck that had brought our stuff from our old home in Regina. Patrick and I stretched our arms and legs. "Patrick, Grace, say hello to our new home." Dad told us with sign language and a slightly enthusiastic expression. "It looks like a good house. Is it okay if we look inside?" I questioned. "Sure. Mom will open the door, and we can let you check inside." Dad responded.