THE SIMPLE PROLOGUE.
This is not a fiction story that you figure is all made up in my loony mind, it is more of a adventure based of events. Events that happened to me.
When I was a little girl still living in England, I was considered unique. I dreamt of another place not on earth. My mother always thought it was a phase. Every day I would go out side looking for something new. I always came home empty handed. One night when i was reading a book under my covers I saw a light. A bright one. I ran to my window and I saw it. A box that was bluer than blue. A box that was full of mystery. A box for the police. As I stared at its glory a man came out. He was tall with light brown hair. A funny looking man. He stared at the box as a women came out. She was beautiful. Her long red curled hair gently resting on her shoulders. They kissed. The man and the woman. It was quite weird. But after the model women a man came out. Another one. Three in a small box.
This man was different he had the child glow in him. He acted like everything he saw was new to him. This man looked up at me. Hew noticed me. In his eyes he saw me not as a person but as someone he could have a new adventure with. Soon after awhile they left. And I was stuck with a memories of a magical man and a bluer than blue box.
THE BEGINNING
When you walk by a simple café you will always see a person sitting there nose deep in a book oblivious to the rushing world. I'm that person. My life is revolved around fantasy or a gruesome murder. 'An adventure in a book is more fascinating than an adventure in real life' its what i always say. My life is not exciting. I don't tame lions or experience life or death situations. I' am just a simpleton buried into my fictional escape.
Much to my mothers dismay I'm not married, I don't have a beautiful children that greet me every time I walk through the door. I'm not a talented lawyer. I' am an author. Bet you didn't see that coming. One time she actually said "your 24 years of life and all you have done so far is gawked at a guy who doesn't even care for you! what a waste of life!". In the city of New York you see posters of beautiful models plastered against tall billboards. I hate them. Their six foot ten blue eyes glaring down at my imperfections. I don't have lushes blonde hair or a size zero body. Nothing of the sorts. I have light brown hair and a size none-of-your-business. My forest green eyes cannot compare to the crystal blue ones of the blonde bimbos staring at me while i read of a small boy in a place called never land. All I desire in my life is to be like peter pan.
Oh how i wish for that simple freedom that he has. The lucky chap. I would sell my soul for a chance of something new. Well that's what i thought before it happened. Something magical.
It was a simple august morning. The milkman delivering milk, the flock of children running through the streets. A girl with tall brown boots walking fast across the sidewalks skimming a book. Me once again. I turn down my normal path into the ally way when I missed a turn and ended up in a dead end. I stare at the tall cement wall. I'm a bloody idiot. I genital put my head against the wall and push a little. A normal sign of being upset. But then it was different. The crisp gentle blow of the wind wasn't cold anymore. For god sake's there wasn't any wind! Just silence. I couldn't open my eyes. I wouldn't. As I stand there in complete confusion i hear it. It was if a static robotic voice is trying to talk. I can slowly make it out.
"exterminate."
What? again
"exterminate." exterminate? Am I in the terminator movie? Which i saw last night. More and more voices join in. Just saying "exterminate."
I slowly lift my heavy head to stare into the laser? of 60 robot creatures. There metal armor was gold and a dusty brown. No faces. This is my chance to communicate with real robots! I bet Ally Newman never got that opportunity! I need to talk to them. To One of the many finally speaks.
