Vanishing With Time

Chapter 1

People are living longer and longer, as we continue going further and further into the future. Scientists and doctors using these incredible structures to create drugs to prevent and treat illness that were a almost always a definite death sentence just over a century ago.

Now, that isn't so true anymore, the world is fighting a new war. The battle against fatal post-growth virus, or FPGV. This particular virus is non affective on children in growing stages, and usually doesn't infect a person until they're around thirty years old. When a person is affected, although, it's a certain death. First, you get a headache followed by dangerous hallucinations. Next, within the next few hours you get a rash in you back and butt, which is primarily caused by fast acting tissue eating bacteria associated with the virus. Then, the bacteria will make its way to your the major organs, causing multiple organ failure and severe internal bleeding. And the last stage is
a painful long death, because your body is essentially falling completely apart.

Pretty harsh, right. Well, yeah, because since more and more adults are dying off, the younger people are studying to take roles of adults. Like me for instants, I'm only thirteen and I'm studying to become a scientist to somehow try to come up with a vaccine. The government had all of the kids around the world take a test to see what our IQ and physical fitness level is. Then high government officials tells us individually what we are going to do to "help the cause". Well, in my case I was chosen to help find a vaccine and cure, because I have an IQ of 156. Not to brag or anything, but I am actually way smarter than any of my classmates or pretty much anyone else my age, so that's why I was picked for this job. So now, I moved to Boston Massachusetts to study at Harvard.

I'm originally from Montana where my parents and two younger brothers live. Since the epidemic only started a little over two years ago my parents weren't, and hopefully won't be, affected yet.
My brothers on the other hand do everything the same and are just like best friends. Even though Noah is two years older Gabriel is not far behind him when it comes to intelligence. Noah was born two months premature so he does have a pinch of a learning delay, but in school he's not far behind his classmates. Gabriel was hit by a delivery craft when he was three after he ran out into the road after his favorite ball. My mom was working on our landscaping and only had her head turned away for a second or two, but I guess you just can't take your eyes off those little guys at that age. Well, anyways, Gabe got is leg shattered under the force of the magnetic field, which drives the crafts while it makes its delivery rounds, so now he has a robotic prosthetic leg that starts at his hip and is controlled by his brain with the help of implanted wires onto his brain. And, after a lot of physical therapy, he is running just like is eight year old brother Noah.

Boston is a big environmental change for me, from the small town of Livingston of just over a population of eight thousand, to a city so large that you see something new everyday. I haven't had talked to my family for over three months now, but I'm quite independent and can make it in this confused world on my own, without my "mommy's" shoulder to cry on because I'm scared or something. I mean I have plenty of friends, if a stray cat and the dorm janitor, Mr. Grey, counts. I have study partners but I've never really considered any of them my friends. I'm just here because the government sent me here, not because I wanted to, but I'll make it work.

Enough about them. I guess you're probably wondering who I am.

I'm Audrielle Brueman and I am thirteen years old. My name means nobility and strength, my mother once told me, because when I was born she could see in my eyes that I would someday change the world. I told my mom that surely she was wrong because I wasn't much of an interesting person really, I'm actually rather boring. I know this because even my old friend Cecelia said so. She had invited me to go swimming but I refused because I wanted to stay back and read instead.

I like my hair combed and tidy, oh and I absolutely have to take a shower everyday. I hate greasy hair! That's the main reason why I wasn't interested in boys when I was younger, because almost all of them had really greasy hair. Oh, and I have a thing for straight white teeth. I don't have really straight teeth but they're white so I'm happy with my smile. I have brown wavy hair and a small sturdy frame, and dark framed glasses. All my old classmates questioned me, and I liked it, because I love mysterious things and being one.