The Story Before the Beginning

TWEET

Birds

TWEET

Just. Stop.

TWEET. TWEET.

Oh, wait. That's my alarm clock. I turned to my side and reached over to shut it off. I really need to get a new sound on it. Good thing today I did not have to go to high school. Let me start with an introduction: My name is Elisha and I live in Pennsylvania, well on the border of Maryland and Pennsylvania. I am seventeen years old and I go to Richmond High. I think that's good enough for now.

Wait, I can't forget to most important thing to tell you. My mother is dead, and my dad is never usually around because he is in the army and he works around the clock all over the world and sorts.

I throw off the puffy white covers and touch my feet on the dark cold wooden floor. I take off my onesie I got for Christmas; a dalmatian, since my sister, had the giraffe, and I knew I could not fight over that. I put on some gray sweatpants with a camo strip on the outside on both sides, and a blue t-shirt to top it off. Today was going to be the day when we get a new president. All I have heard is that he is nothing like Donald Trump, which we had some twenty years ago, and is better than the one we have now. In school, we have been doing some researching and projects of the upcoming switch and research on each of them.

My room is a very light blue color (I would even say it is lighter than the color of the sky), and white drawings and art I have graffitied on or hung up. My dad did not care how I decorated my room, and he even likes the art that I did.

"Meredith!" my dad yelled. That's sister. She is about thirteen years old and is basically can care for herself if she was dropped off in a different town or anywhere in the world and could find her way back home. That pretty much tips off what she is like. We treat each other like we are the same age, both going through puberty and have the same likes and some of the same dislikes.

"I know dad!" She yelled back. "I will clean the dishes and table in a second!"

Things were a little complicated with mom gone. With her, everything was more nice and organized. But out dad is getting the hang of it. Poor Maradith, growing up with no mother to help her through life. At least we still have each other. I know it's hard for someone to live with no life or family, but some people can take that for granted.

I went downstairs to play with my new iTech Phone 12, a newer version Apple made back in... how long was it? Oh. When they started all of those years ago.

I made some late breakfast with some all-time favorite of mine, Cap'n Crunch, and an orange. This breakfast might sound weird to you if you don't know how life is right now, oh you don't. Whoops. 'Merica is going through some rough time right now, a new president, dominated by ISIS all of those years ago, and also from the changing tech with all of the robots making the world seem like we are the fat people who never do anything anymore. I used to love America and its history, now I just think it turned into nothing but a pile of garbage next to all of the rich and fancy places with the people look at the so-called "peasants" (known as the middle class and lower in society if you know what I mean).

I threw that thought in the back of my head for the rest of the day. Cause today was football Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Good thing that still lives on. I'm not such a big fan of watching it, but I still root for the teams I want to win and my own that I will continue to love forever, The Patriots. Don't boo at me or anything. Don't shut the book. I don't talk about them as much. And they are not a cheater as many people think of them in the past. They are awarded the team of the year and now everyone loves them.

Dad was reading the newspaper as it got late out. He planned a special day for us tomorrow, and I can't wait to know what it is going to be like. I tried to sleep so I couldn't, so I forced myself to by thinking of good things in life, and the things I hate, it works the best for me in these situations.