Forgotten Memories

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       At the beginning, you would be able to choose your gender, A girl or a boy. I can't have the character be another gender, or have no gender at all because that would be difficult with character development. For this story I will be playing as the girl named Nora. The boy would be named Dalton. (if you play as a girl, your younger sibling would be a boy, if you play as a boy the younger sibling would be a girl). Lets get into Chapter one.

     "Ok. If we head to the right over here, it should be a shortcut home." Dad said to Mom as he pointed out the window to a road. 

    "Thanks." Mom said.

    "Nora, when we get home, help us with the groceries and then go to bed." Dad looked at me.

   "If I'm supposed to go to bed as soon as I we go home, why did I come? I'm 13, I could've looked after Dalton and I could be in bed. Remember I have school tomorrow." I whined.

   "You don't even go to bed early anyway. Why are you complaining now?" Dad looked at me through the mirror. I ignored him looked out the window. The droplets of rain were racing each other as they slid down the window. I looked next to me and Dalton was grabbing my hand. He's 6, but he acts like a 3 year old. He wiggled around in the chair and let go of my hand. As we continued to drive to our house, I continued to watch the rain fall against the window. I put my hands in my pockets. The pockets are always to small on jeans. They either have small pockets, or no pockets or all. It's kind of annoying. I always kind of get lost in thought like that. Go on some weird pointless talk in my head about absolutely nothing interesting. Nothing really happens in this quiet town, but when we go to the city sometimes, I get some interesting thoughts.

   "Ok, we're here."Mom said unbuckling her seatbelt. Dalton started to hop off his little seat and waddle inside the house, waiting for mom to unlock the door. Dad and I opened the trunk and began to get the groceries. After we all unpacked the groceries and stored it in the cabinets, and the fridge, Dalton ran off into the other room to go on the computer. The rest of us hung out in the living room and just talked, even though I was supposed to be in bed. My Dad was in the middle of a sentence so boring I don't even know what he's talking about, when Dalton started screaming from the other room. He ran into our room and hugged me. 

   "Dalton? Hey, are you ok? What just happened?" My Dad smothered him with questions.

   "Th-there's a scary man on the computer!" He yelled. We all looked at each other confused, and a little bit frightened. The T.V turned on and only played static for a moment. The T.V cleared up and showed an image of a man sitting in a chair with a mask on, with his hands folded on a desk. I've heard stories of people hacking into all televesion broadcast, and recording live feed of them saying a message, or just doing some stupid prank. It costs millions of dollars for people to do this kind of stuff, so I don't understand why people do it. 

   "Honey..."Mom said scared. Dad looked scared too.

   "Hello everyone. Do not be afraid." The man started to say. "I have come to bring all of you a message. This message is being broadcasted and translated all over the entire world, in every house that has an electronic device. You're probably terrified, but don't be. What I am going to do will be a lesson for all man kind. Figure out that lesson, and you'll know why I needed to do this. We have over 3 million bombs just waiting to be dropped all over the world." He explained. What does he mean by "we"?

   "We have made sure that all of these bombs are 100% going to explode, once they hit the ground. You might be lucky though. Bombs might not hit every target, and won't blow up a portion of some areas, but I'm sure you'll die anyway. We'll die too. Again, I am doing this to save man kind. We're all slowly dying and making it harder for our next generation to live, so lets all die now and end this. I will set a 10 minute timer on your device, and once the time is up, I will show live feed of news showing what's being destroyed. Make those 10 minutes of your worthless lives count." Then he just vanished off the screen and the huge red timer for 10 minutes appeared on the screen, and started counting down. We all stood there shocked.

   "No. This isn't real. This isn't actually going to happen. Right?" Mom said with a terrified expression on her face.

   "We-we're going to die..."Dad said putting his hands in his face.

    "Daddy...Mommy?" Dalton looked at both of them scared and started crying. I stood there not saying a word. I was looking at the timer. 10:03, 10:02, 10:01, 10:00, then 9:60. We're wasting our time. Even if it is fake, we still need to be ready. I'm not going to die. We're not going to die. We will live on.