Lost But Not Forgotten (NaNoWriMo 2013)

Prologue

I only just decided I wante dto write a prologue when I'm like halfway through the story but oh well.... :) I'm on 25000 words now and I've won NaNoWriMo and I'm happy!!!!!!

Prologue.

We had finally arrived.

It had been three months since we left our small suburban house in Chicago. I was so glad, we had survived and we had made it! It was still very hard though, thinking about all the lives lost during all that time, the whole world had now lost contact with each other, none of us knew how the other countries were getting on and it was probably going to stay like that for a long time.

It was almost the end of winter, late February when we set foot in the boundaries of the village my uncle Jared had set up. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief when we saw them, real human beings with no intent on laying a finger on us.

Alaska was breath taking to me when we first crossed the border into the northern state. Six inches of snow wrapped the ground in a blanket of whiteness everywhere you looked; the snowflakes would fall so elegantly and land of the tip of my finger before melting and becoming water.

 I really enjoyed the snow, during our stops, Jesse and I would spend all our time throwing snowballs at each other and being happy; sometimes even, our newborn baby sister would be able to join in even though her hand was the size of my finger. I loved her, she was so beautiful.

Beth had tufts of short blonde hair that were scattered across her head that looked so angelic compared to my black curls; she also had deep and meaningful blue eyes that would pierce into you making you want to hold her fragile body tight. I actually got to name her you know, Bethany, after one of my closest friends Bethany Miller who I left behind with most things back in Chicago. I don’t even know if she is still alive now at this very moment. There isn’t a single day that goes by where I don’t miss the people, who I will never be able to see again.

When we pulled through the gate that separated us from the town boundaries, our car was almost empty on gas. We were lucky enough to have been able to get all the way here with the amount we had but we did and the past is the past. We soon spotted Uncle Jared who was busily talking to what seemed like a family of six who I later found out were actually my distant second cousins. The place was quite busy when we got there; tens of people were walking around, lugging their boxes and suitcases to the cabins that their families were assigned to. Most had only just recently arrived like me and more would continue to arrive for weeks on end.

Uncle Jared quickly spotted us and hurried over. By then, our car just completely came to a standstill. Uncle J then gave us a tour around the town and explained all the rules and laws they had around there; the town was built by him a few years ago and was meant to be a small hotel but when he found out about the war, he converted to an area where people can seek refuge from all this violence. We all were so fortuitous that he had been prepared and ready because if he hadn’t been, we’d all probably be either dead already or slowly dying from frostbite and hypothermia from being forced to have to sleep in the car which didn’t improve the uncomfortable sub-zero temperatures.

 A lot of the people her were families that were able to get out in time with most of them being either from Alaska or somewhere close by like Washington, even though most were from up North, there was about one or two who came all the way down from Florida or Texas, those people had left a month earlier than everyone else and I guess their hard work really paid off.

Papa’s finding it quiet hard to adjust to this new lifestyle, his family was fairly prosperous so he always had everything he had ever wanted, money, all the gadgets in the world and a nice job. But Mama on the other hand had spent her childhood growing up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, her family weren’t the richest of people and she was homeschooled because her house was the only thing around for fifteen miles. So she was used to being outdoors, isolated; though when she was a senior, her dad won a million dollar lottery, a dream of a life time and they quickly gathered everything and moved to the bustling city of New York. Mama told me she didn’t enjoy it very much and as soon as she left school, she enrolled in a small university in a small town. That’s how she liked her things, small and rural.

Every single day I always think about what would my life be like now if none of this had ever happened? I would be an eleven year old with no worries or anything; I would be at school, having fun in the playground with my peers, learning new things that would absolutely do nothing to help me in life. I yearn for that normal life where I can be a normal girl but too bad you can’t always have what you want.

Life is so unfair.