World War Four

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The cover is adorned with a picture of a mangled aircraft surrounded by debris. I read through the article searching for little hints of information that could help me pinpoint the root of the attack. I am hoping for some names, numbers, artifact information or just some concrete facts. Nothing is for certain these days. 

...On March 16th, a plane was shot down, injuring 49 passengers and killing 24. It is believed that this plane, which crashed near Paris, was shot down by forgotten m issiles that were activated by an unknown person. Officials are trying to figure out who this terrorist was and why they shot the plane down. There are many rescue missions currently searching for this plane. The plane is from Delta airlines and is number 3528. If you have any information about the crash or the survivors please call 1-800-455-2720...

I was looking for a few things. The first being that I was hoping that there had been no fatalities. My wish was obviously denied. There it is, the news that 24 more people died. And why? Because some imbecile didn't agree with some other imbecile and in order to prove his point started to do everything he could to ruin peoples' lives. I know I can't waste my time to grieve, but it is just so frustrating to think about the amount of deaths this "war" has already caused. It's not a war. It's a game. A ludicrous idea of one person who is trying to take over something. It may be someone's game but I am the key player. I will give them a taste of their own medicine without deteriorating families. I will give back for what happened to me.

A soon as I finish ranting I realize another thing; there is a lot of information that I need and that I can acquire by searching the area. Why someone bombed the plane and what they were meaning to get out of it. I need to know my opponents if I have any chance of making my dream of taking over the world a reality. 

I also need to get to Paris now if I want to understand the position of the world in more depth. I'll probably be able to get the funding for a ticket if I tell the school it's for a human studies thing. That will be perfect, then I can get to Paris in a few hours from now.

I pick up my phone and dial the number for Cambridge's administrator. As I wait, I am overcome with nostalgia for my days with my family. I imagine by brother's little face. His curly black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. How he giggled every time I hugged him because he said it tickled. How we all spent Friday nights together eating cookies and laughing. The way my mother and father used to talk to me about the current issues. 

I still long for the days when my mother used to pressure me to study in order to insure I have a good future. I had taken all of the little things my parents did for me like cooking, cleaning, and buying me everything that I ever needed, for granted. I have grown to be so languish. Like a week plant without the constant tenderness of the sun and nutrients of water and soil. I wish, with every part, of me to see them again. To thank my parents . To all three of them how much I love them. To tell-

I am pulled out of my sentimentality by the voice of a lady. "Hello this is Cheryl, how may I help you?"

"Um...a yeah... Hello. I am a student and I wanted to know if I could get funding for a trip regarding my human sciences thesis."

"Name?"

"Genevieve Mathews" I say reluctantly. I didn't like telling anybody my full name because I am constantly paranoid that they will track me down. I know it is irrational but it is constantly pressing me in the back of my mind.

"Ah, yes the transfer. Of course sweetheart, I think that would be fine. Where is it that you need to go study?" Cheryl asks a little softer than before.

"Paris please. Thank you so much." I say in my most innocent voice just in case.

"No problem, sugarplums. I just sent the information regarding your flight schedule and ticket over. You should be able to receive everything on your phone in a few minutes." 

"Thank you so much, once again"

"You are so welcome, honey," she says in her British accent and three beeps let me know that the line has been cut off.

This is it. This is the first step of my genius plan. I have nothing to lose. Everything that mattered to me has been snatched from right under my nose. I will make a change to this world and it will be under my name only, nobody else's. I am prepared to go to any length to achieve my ambitions and anybody who dares to step in the way will be sorry because I WILL crush them. 

Figuratively, of course.