In 3014

Day 2

Quick warning to the readers. I'm setting this story up like the video game Beyond Two Souls. Meaning the story isn't in conological order. The video diaries jump around. So, yeah, just a heads up. Don't know if you will care so much or not. Carry on, there will be another A/N at the end...

"Hello, everyone," I smiled, waving into the camera, "Today is January 2, 3014. My name is Perrie Edwards and I am 17 years old. I'm part of the rebel organization; The Infinites. We are on a mission to change the world. We want to bring back peace and life to this corrupted world. This is video diary number two. I am one of the founders, and the leader, of the group."

I paused to think about what to talk about. There wasn't much we had done yet, besides the journey that took to the boys. But, memories of home flooded my mind.

I smiled sadly, "While no one would deny me of being the leader, I may be the only one whom considers myself to be the true founder. At least, depending on your decription of 'founder'."

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"I'm going out. I'll be back in a few hours," I informed my mother with a kiss on her cheek as I shrugged on my navy blue, hand-me-down jumper.

I turned away to leave but she grabbed my arm and stopped me, "Will you be alone?" she wisper, asked.

"I'll be with the girls," I told her. I watched as the common worry began to cloud her facial features, "Mum, I promise you: we'll be fine."

She sighed, "I know, but it's a mother's job to worry. I know you can all take care of yourselves. But, I worry someone will come for you. You know how valulable the girls' powers can be and how rare your own is."

My mother and I always have seen eye to eye. That is, anytime the situation didn't involve my safety. Though, I couldn't really blame her. My village was known for rasing rebels. My father had been one of them. My sister too. It had led them both to death.

My father had gone out with a group to attack the Grey Coats; or people the Golden- the name for the rich society of the world from their name: Golden Nation- sent to check up on the villages from time to time. It's been a thousand years since the collasp of the world, and people want change. The Golden are the only ones happy with life. Which makes sense. They have money and they're lives are all perfect, why change the world and give their money to the poor in the Black Nation like me? I woudn't want to if I were them. But, I'm not one of them. And I hate their selfishness. I guess you can call me a cridic.

"We'll stay hidden and out of site. And we wont venture out of village grounds. I promise," I held my fingures crossed behind my back. The first part I meant, but the second was a complete lie.

I guess she knew that because she just rolled her eyes. Nevertheless, she sighed and, with kiss left on my own cheek, let me leave. I bid her goodbye once more and rushed out of the house before she changed her mind or my brother woke up.

I slid out the front door, and rushed over to the crumbling structer to my left. The owner of this 'home' used to live on our right. But, the house there finally fell last winter. Thankfully, the family had been over at my own house for dinner. Still, they lost everything. They ended up needing to take refuge in this equally run down house; making us the last home on the street. Though, when you have children and you're a rebel, haveing the forest surrounding your house on two sides with no buildings after, gives you somewhere to have fun.

I walked up to the door of the broken house and was about to knock when it opened on it's own occored. I shared a smile with Leigh-Anne as she stepped out. Like me, she had on brown, ripped, leather pants and a hand-me-down, faded grey jumper. Her hair was styled in her classic afro that I was insanely jelous of since my blonde, shoulder length hair didn't curl like that.