You never really notice how good you have it. One day your life is perfect. It's normal. You wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs, go down stairs and see your mom cooking breakfast. Dad comes in kisses her. My little brother running into the kitchen with paint all over his hands and mom complains. Dad and I laugh. We had a huge house, a sports car, then a jeep, we would go out to dinner if my dad flew to different countries for work. Not McDonalds. A real classy restaurant. But that wasn't enough. None of it was enough. I wanted more. Everyone did. We all took this world for granted and now I see that. I see and understand it all. Maybe this is a lesson to teach us all for being so conceited. He's punishing us. I know that. I know.
It all started on a Wednesday. April 7, 2016. Life wasn't much different. It was like any normal day. Breakfast with mom, dad, and John my brother. I had to go to school, dad had to go to work and mom stayed home with John. Mom kissed the top of my head when I was done. I gave John a hug. I thought I was a good big sister. I did everything with him. John is five years old. He's my little baby. I would do anything for him. He is dirty blond, and I'm just blond. In a way I could pass for his mom. Our mom is a brunette. Dad drove me to school. I said good bye and I went to my home room. I should tell you about myself. My name is Katie Welms. I'm 15. I have blond hair but it doesn't mean I'm stupid. I won the spelling bee and I have all A's just to prove blonds aren't stupid. It is just a superstition. School started and we all took our seats. Unaware of what is happening all around the world. Unaware of what's about to happen to us.
