untrust: the beginning of hell

prologue

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                                     The day hell started was supposed to be a fresh start for Annalyse, who woke up five minutes before she was supposed to, over nerves and butterflies of her new school. She was excited, finally pleased that she was able to escape middle school, which was a friendless hell for her. She had moved schools at least fifteen times, all because of people teasing her for her enjoyment of video games over going to the high school or middle school football games and wearing all the trends.

She was especially different for her talents. Instead of playing soccer or going to the popular girls' sleepovers, she preferred video games. RPGs, MMOs, first-person shooters, anything she could get her hands on, really. She had found video games at the tender age of eight, after finding her late older brother James' collection of first-person shooter games a few months after he died. She had found his video game console, the disc holder, and all that stuff she would grow to love about a video game set up. She played it as much as she could, in her brother's honor and to rid her of boredom.

By the age of twelve, her skills were strong and at the level of a gamer a good ten years older than her. Her single mother, noticing her exceptional talent, signed her up for tournaments with video gamers from two years to twenty or more years older than her. She had won first place in the teen's category and third place overall, breaking many records.

The Future Dreams Inc., a company paid for by the government to find kids all over America with talents above the rest, took notice fairly quickly, putting the title "The Best Video Gamer" on her name and student I.D's, which made many people her school grow to dislike her. She lost many friends, and she, her mother, and five-year-old brother and sister moved away from their small and quiet Maine hometown, to New York City, then to Boston, and finally Connecticut. She was lonely, but, she put on a brave face and carried on, thinking none of this would change.

That is until The FDI noticed her situation and gave her an offer she just couldn't refuse.

There was a school near the state-line of Connecticut, called Peter's School for Gifted Children, which took children from all over the U.S., Canada, UK, and Austrailia, and some other small countries with talents above many twice or double their age. Peter's was well known, to everyone but her at least, and was accepting new students for their rebuilt high school department of the school. The FDI offered her a full scholarship, and paid transportation, as it was two hours from her home and that they offered dorm rooms. Her mother offered her full support and promised her it would be ok if she lived there for the school year. With her mother's blessing and a full scholarship, she accepted their offer and started to become pleased with the outcome of her title.

Now she was here, at the front of her family's paved driveway, two large bags, a large box and a backpack to hold all she needed for the year away.  She sat on the ground with her two siblings, Willow and Oliver, who were seven almost eight. Willow had blonde hair, which was very different from Annalyse and Oli, who both had brunette colored hair, and Willow's hair had been tied into two tiny braids, which suited her girly personality. Oli had the brown hair, which swept across his forehead, with his brown eyes matching his twin Willow's. Annalyse had bright blue eyes, like her father, who left not long after her siblings turned one for another woman. Annalyse still tried not to think about it, but, looking at her sister made her think of his blonde hair. Willow reminded her a lot of her brother James, who would've been twenty if he hadn't died so long ago now. 

Annalyse shook off the bad thoughts that had castrated her memory and continued listening to her siblings ramble over their toys and which was better. Her mother, who was just a few feet away, sat and watched her three living children play and just be kids.