Alone

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My story starts with me cozied up behind some clothes in the closet, alone. I had had a rough day, and that's where I went after a bad day.

That day I had been ridiculed at school, but that was normal. I was thirteen. Girls my age think life is a popularity contest and they have won; which also means they don't care much for me.



I'm smarter, have better hair, and I don't let those traits define me. Basically I could be popular, but choose not to. People like them are
stuck up and down right snotty and I don't want to live like that. They will NEVER live down the day when I rejected their friendship to be friends with someone they considered to be a
less desirable girl, Jenny.


She is the sweetest girl on the planet and I consider it to be an honor to
be her best friend. But I'm sorry to report that she isn't part of this story.


I'm Anna. I live in Indiana and I love life, (but not particularly my own at the present situation, although that's
jumping ahead a few chapters).



But when people get up in my face I have to do something about it, so I almost got suspended. Not exactly
an ideal situation, but at least the principal knows that my anger always gets the best of me.




Once I had calmed down completely, I crept quietly downstairs. No one was there. I didn't think anything of it, I figured they had left somewhere without me while I sat in the closet.
I yelled for my dog Gypsy but she didn't come. Probably at the vet again. I turned on the TV; no signal.


Somewhere in the fight to turn on the
TV, I fell asleep on the couch. I slept until morning, around seven o'clock. The bus arrived in fifteen minutes; I'm bound to be late. I threw on a clean t-shirt, forced a brush
through my hair, and ran out the door. But the bus never came, and neither did anyone from
my bus stop. I bolted back home. No one had been there for hours; not a thing in the house had moved
while I was awake. Now I was officially freaked
out.



I started hyperventilating and called 911. The line was dead. My eyes went wide as I placed the phone back on the receiver. I wasn't just alone, I was the last person on Earth. THEY
had taken over the planet.

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