Our Life

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Intergallatic war is the next war they said..... we didn't believe them but it happened. 

It's been two years since the first change has happened:

In the year 2017 we had many hurricanes attack the Flordia keys, Texas and many other islands around the Americas. No one questioned why so many hurricanes were happening at once. More than years before had in an ENTIRE year. This was not the only thing happening. Californa was literally on fire. But this didn't start anyone to question. 

My friends and I were very strong believers of aliens. We were the only ones in our community. Everyone had shut us down. We knew this war was going to happen at some point. We have studied and studied about them and how there has definetly been activities with the E.T's and the U.S government. 

No one believed us about tht either. We were called dilequents to our society. We were shunned, told to go to church and get baptisted for our sins. Everytime that I was forced into it nothing would change about me. Absolutlely nothing. I still believed in everything that I've studied. 

Now its year 2019. Life isn't all that same anymore. We al live in consentration camp type places. There had been rumor about how all walmarts in the U.S.A had a underground system that would connect all of them. Thats our way of transporting things now. So we are not seen. No one can see us. Or we are killed. Killed by other humans or E.T's as what everyone is saying. I've always wanted to see whats beyond the walls of this place and where exactly I am. It been 2 years and lot of moving. All doors are barricated so no one can see us so that means we cannot see outside either. 

Sometimes I don't believe that this is going on. Sometimes I don't believe that their is actuall a intergallatic war happening and that it's humans vs the whites. But thats just me. I want to go outside, to see the world again.... to meet other life. I wonder if I'm the only one. 

I hear someone walk up to me. I feel the shadow of this figure stand over me making me feel small and unimportant. I look up and see my best friend. Oliver has moved with my family everytime we have moved. His parents were killed a few years ago. A very grusome murder. It kinda sounds like the batman story. How both of his parents got killed. But this isn't that story. Honestly I wish it was. 

Oliver is what you would consider the perfect person. A perfect chissled jaw, the most beautiful face, perfect balanced body.... not too skinny but not bigger either and the most perfect brown hair. 

"Yes Oliver"  I say. 

"They need us. Everyone older than 16 but younger than 20." He says with tears slowly apearing in his hazel-green eyes.

"What do you mean?" I question

"Just come with me. Everyone is waiting."

He grabs my hand and pulls me up. We head to the food area where we have all meeting and meals. Oliver continues to hold my hand which makes me blush. He looks down at my feet and giggles.

"Why are you laughing at my feet?"

"You aren't wearing shoes. Where are they?" 

"I don't know someone took them." I lied. I do not like wearing shoes. Oliver laughed again and didnt respond. We finaly got to the meeting area. There was about 7 kids my age and a few adult that had military outfits on.

"Uh whats this?" I say loudly

"and this is our very own trouble maker named Karter."

"I'm not a trouble maker. I just do what I want to when I please." I say while I roll my eyes. Oliver and I sit down.

"So now since everyone is here we need some people your age to go on a exploration outside. Not here but we will be taking you to another camp to get trained." One of the men said.

"Wait we can go outside? Count me in. I want to get out of this hell hole." I say so everyone can hear me. 

"We need atleast four people to come with us. Volunteers first. Then we fill after randomly. I see we have one volunteer already, anyone else?" Says another man. Oliver raises his hand and so does two others. 

"You four go grab your belongings, if you want, say goodbye to everyone you want. Meet back here in 2 hours." 

I get up and walk out of the meeting area. Oliver chases me yelling me to slow down.

"What is your problem Karter." 

"Nothing is my problem, why would you think theres a problem." I snapped with tears rolling down my face.