Solar

Prologue

My house, old, stinky, rotten. How did it end up like this you may ask? Well, this is the story of how we all died. Even me. I don't know how or why you're reading this. Maybe for some social studies class or something. Anyway, this is how it all ended.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Amber Rose. Everyone calls me Rosie though, so I guess you should too. I just turned 16 the day it all went down. My friends and I had just gone out after school at gotten Starbucks and were heading to Ashley's to study for a test that never came.

Oh, right. I have only 4 friends. My best friend Ashley, who I've been friends with since 3rd-grade when people still made each other cheesy birthday gifts. Then there was Brenda, better knowns as Bre. Then there was our good guy friend Shawn. And I know you're all thinking, "Wow what a lucky guy!" or "He's totally gay!". And I'm going to tell you to not assume anything about anyone, or you won't make it through my story. But yeah, Shawn is totally lucky to have us cause we're fantastic. And he is gay. And of course, there's the love of my life, Opal Rose. And I know what you're all thinking now too, "Sibling?", "Mom?", "Relative?", "Friend who oddly has the same last name?". But yeah, that's my beautiful little sister, Opal. She's amazingly creative and is an artist. I just turned 16 and she just turned 13. She is my everything, my whole world. I know it sounds cheesy but it's true. She topped my parents every day.

And that leads me to my parents. My father died in the military when I was just 5, making my sister 2. My mother never forgave him for just giving up and abandoning us with her. But I know better and I know he would have fought his hardest just to see us one last time. And so did Opal. So when my mom got remarried I was 13, Opal being 10. And we hated him. I know you've seen the movies and read the books, where they all hated each other, but one day it was all better and they lived happily ever after, right? Wrong. We never got along with him, he tried to sell us to slavery (crazy, I know, right?), send us to military camp (which my mama would not have), put us up for adoption, and even kill us once. But I'll get to that soon enough.

But you all came for the story of the world ending I assume right? And not some sappy story about a teenager and her horrible life right? Or are you? So back to the story. Everyone knew something had been wrong since before I was even born. They knew something bad was coming. But they didn't know, what, or how, or even when. They just knew it would come someday and do something.

It was a solar flare. An intense solar flare that destroyed half the planet in one fellow swipe like an orange cat's paw swiping at a small defenseless mouse. And all the after effects are what took everybody else out of the picture.