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Chapter 1

The Year: 2014

Jasmine's POV

The walk home from school wasn't any different than the last half million times that I did it. The same cars parked in the same driveways. The same people gardening and saying hello. The same dogs being walked. It was all very boring.

The streets that I took all had large houses with several stories, pools and double door garages, until I came into the area that is for the less rich. These houses were mostly one story with the odd occasion of a two story building that usually had two families in them. None of these houses had garages so the cars sat out the front on the road or in the driveway.

I turned onto my street and didn't bother waiting for the lights because there weren't any cars. I felt a constant buzz in my back pocket and took out my phone, seeing that it was best my best friend Riley. I open up my phone and see all of the texts that he has been sending.

I shake my head in wonder of all the texts that he can write in a matter of seconds.

Riley: Hey

Riley: Sup

Riley: Yo, you there?

Riley: Girl, HELLO!!!

Me: HELLO!

Riley: Hey. Whatcha up 2?

Me: What I always am at this time of day

Riley: Yeesh, BORING!

Me: I have nothing to say to that. I feel the same way

Riley: What would your parents say if I came over later

Me: Is that you asking my permission or my parents?

Me: NVM... You usually don't ask anyway

Riley: Ouch

I smile. Whenever Riley is like this, it always makes me smile. I finally turn onto my street and see both of my parents' cars in the driveway marking it as our house. The house isn't large, we don't need much considering that I am an only child. My parents own a popular vintage coffee shop in the mall that keeps us alive.

As I walk up to the door I get another ping from Riley.

Riley: On my way

I just shake my head as I open the door. My parents are in the kitchen making dinner. Well I say making dinner, it mostly just looks like someone set off a bomb that had flour inside it.

I chuckle and set my bag down then walk into the bomb site.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" my mum asks.

"The usual," I reply.

"Oh dear. No fun then," says dad from the other side of the kitchen.

"Nope," I say grabbing the broom from beside the fridge.

"What are you doing?" mum asks.

"Riley says he's coming over. Didn't want to give him the wrong impression," I shrug.

"And what would that be?" dad says.

"That there was a bomb set off in here."

I use the broom and in record timing, the whole kitchen is spotless again.

"We should hire you," mom says, "$10 an hour."

The doorbell saves me from organizing hourly pay rates with mum. I slip out of the room as they both continue dinner and walk over to the door with a smile on my face. The peephole was unnecessary right now so I didn't bother checking who was there. But when I open the door, the face I meet isn't Riley's.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

"Yes. I am looking for a Mr and Mrs Harper. Are they here?"

"Mum. Dad. Someone's at the door for you!" I shout to the kitchen.

"Who is it?" mom shouts back.

"Professor Davies from the Science Division at Maple Electronics, you called a couple of days ago and I just wanted to follow it up in person."

I feel a presence behind me, and I turn around to see that mum had shown up.

"Thankyou for coming, we weren't expecting this. Come in. Jas, could you go to your room please, and tell Riley that now isn't a good time." She says while she leads him into the living room.

I frown but do what she says anyway because when she doesn't usually ask me to do things. I pull out my phone when I reach my room, closing the door behind me with my foot.

Me: Hey, mum says that you can't come over.

Riley: ???

Me: Some professor is here that they need to talk to. idk

Riley: But I was just leaving.

Me: soz.

I flop down onto my bed and put on some music, but I make sure to put headphones on because I don't want to interrupt whatever is going on in the living room.

I hear a bang downstairs that sounds suspiciously like the sound of a gunshot. Another one quickly follows. I rip off my headphones and rush back to the living room and see blood everywhere and the professor standing with a revolver in hand.

"Sorry sweetheart, can't have them in the way though. If anything I saved you a lot of grief. You were never going to see them again anyway."

I lunge at him, using my entire body weight to try and push him to the floor. Before I can touch him though, another pair of hands grab me mid-air, effectively stopping me.

"Let me go!" I yell, trying to pull myself out of his arms.

"Come on," he says to my captor, "Let's go before the cops come. Oh and knock her out before we get outside."

The guy grunts as he moves my weight around to try and hold me with one arm. God this guy is strong, without me wriggling around so much he probably would have been able to hold me down with a finger. As it was, he was having trouble trying to keep me still. Professor Davies looks over his shoulder to us and sighs before walking back to us.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a needle full of some clear liquid. "Hold her still," he orders the other guy (who from now on I am going to call Buffy because he is strong).

Buffy tightened his hold on me, using his complete strength to keep me from moving as Davies jabs the needle into my arm, pushing the plunger and making sure that the entire contents of the needle is put into my bloodstream.

It must be some sort of anesthetic because I can feel myself falling asleep in Buffy's arms. Before I am completely knocked out though, I ask the Professor a one word question:

"Why?"