When It All Came Crashing Down

Chapter 1

Sometimes, I like to look back at my life before that faithful day. How ignorant we all were and how we didn't have to worry over who to trust and who to fight against. Back when our society hadn't launched into chaos and I wasn't afraid of losing the ones I love. My life would have dodged a major bullet if I was immensely ignorant or just plain idiotic when things changed. I wonder what would have been if things hadn't changed. Would we have found out inevitably? Or would we live amongst those who were against us without a hitch?

Yet, there's no changing the past. There's only just affecting the future.

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"Paige, you can't get anything done if you keep talking to me!" I grinned as I cautiously packed my large, white school bag for the next day. I was attempting to speak to one of my best friends while squeezing my ear against my phone and my phone against my shoulder, but my russet-colored hair kept slightly muffling the conversation.

"But talking is way more fun and interesting than doing homework!" Paige argued, always trying to get out of doing work.

"That's true." I zipped my bag to a close and sighed softly as I sat in my blue swivel chair.

"And if you've already done it, maybe we can talk about how hard it was. Or all the answers?" She attempted.

"Goodbye, Paige."

"Is this how you treat your friend? The one who has saved from many misfortunes?"

"What have you saved me from?"

"I don't know but I thought if I sounded more desperate, you'd take pity."

I silently laughed, "Bye for real this time."

"Bye, even though you won't help me." She commented with mock-dismay and hung up.

I was simply staring with a bored mood outside from my room window to at the dismal, gray sky without a sign of the sun before the world got a load of news that some would never believe. How exciting. But how would I know that it would happen at that time? I'm not psychic. My head was overflowing with random thoughts, something it did often. The weather could have foreshadowed the events to come. Mother and Father were out for whatever the combo of lunch and dinner was and I was in the house with Scott.

"EVIE! YOUR STUPID SHOW IS ON!" Scott shouted irritatedly, elongating the E in my nickname from downstairs. He always thought my actual name, Evangelina, was too much of a mouthful. Everyone else didn't even really bother, but it wasn't like I really cared either.

"LAST TIME I CHECKED, MY FAVORITE SHOW WAS NOT STUPID, SCOTT! I'm coming." I retorted, trudging downstairs. It wasn't like I wasn't excited but Scott's attitude didn't exactly put me a good mood.

I hopped on the middle couch of the living room and slowly twisted my  water bottle open. Scott felt the need to remind me once again that he was going to his Alien Believers Club while I was trying to listen to my favorite characters speaking. That weird club was basically a bunch of random, most likely delusional strangers from town who all believed in the FICTIONAL creatures and just spoke as if they thought they were real every Tuesday.

The first time we heard of such lifeforms was thanks to a TV show we watched as children. Then Scott began making my mother buy these alien books, sheets, you name it. He was as hooked as the typical child girly girl was on unicorns and rainbows. Eventually he grew out of the merchandise... we think.