When Earth Stopped Moving

Chapter 0 : PROLOGUE/Part 3 : Emergency

They took me just like a thousand other children . Every single one of us had his little flashback of how the kidnapping scene occurred -something made possible with the memory enhancement programs we've been intensively following. But unlike everyone else who vaguely remember , I had the whole scene engraved in my memory with every single detail , which I questioned at first but gave up on it as no answer could be satisfying enough for me.
According to the several descriptions of my roommates , if there would be one commun point between everyone's memories , it would be the man who killed our parents . The same face , same clothes , same voice . We never knew anything about him afterwards. All we're about is that he somehow gathered us here , in this school of which escaping was a dream to never be reached . But what was "special" about that school wasn't the mystery behind its existence , neither was it the fact that it seemed like a locked jail grouping hundreds of orphans.

It was its location .

Indeed ,no one except teachers there knows about the exact whereabouts , as it's hidden from the public , located in the top of a random rocky mountain making it unbelievably hard for outside entrance or inside flee . Besides , despite languages , the only other thing taught here is astrophysics . And for a mysterious reason , there was no headmaster. Us , the students made our own theories about the real manager of this school. However , the more we tried to seek for information , the more complicated it became. The possibility of a headmaster could not be excluded though as no teacher wanted to provide information about any aspect of this school.

I have
studied here for nearly 15 years already.15 years of my life looking at the same faces . I never knew who my parents were neither what having parents looked like . The only thing that's left for me reminding me of them was an old photo in one of my notebooks . A blond woman staring at me with her odd brown eyes , wearing a pink coat no girl on earth would love to wear and next to her was a half-bearded man , forcefully smiling at the camera, his brown eyes showing much more anger than a normal human being would show while taking a photo .

They also left me two toys : one yellow track and a little metallic ball , as well as a letter .
A letter I tried to open for 15 years , but the more I tried , the bigger was the risk of tearing it . It's almost as if the glue used for the letter was meant to not allow any stranger to read the content. As simple as it seemed like to open it , none of my friends could ever do so leading me soon to give up on it .

No one ever told me why I was here , as if it was my fate to live in this school since my birth . The only good thing that ever happened to me here was the fact that I made new friends , among them Kyle , my best friend , who - according to rumors - was the first one who got kidnapped from his parents . By "rumors" I evidently mean the numbers teachers were assigning to us . In fact , the teachers don't even know our names . They call us by specific numbers . Kyle's number is 1 . Mine is 999 .  No one could really understand the mystery surrounding these numbers , and we -the roommates -only speculated that numbers were assigned to each kidnapped child from 1 to 1000 as there were 1000 kidnapped kids . But here again , no one is sure who's number 1000 as no one ever heard of such ? even though the books in the library of the school precisely states that there should be excatly 1000 students .No one was brave enough to ask for it though.

I only knew my name from the letter my parents left me , as for Kyle , he never knew what his real name was . We just all decided to name him Kyle and he was not the only one. No one has ever been called by their real name here . The teachers  themselves may have never known them. So we gave each other names , hoping that someday , everything would be clarified .