Prologue/ Things I think you should know
Okay, I'm pretty sure that I'm stuck in some sort of weird time anomaly, worm-hole thing. And in this worm-hole- err, my worm-hole, I guess you could say,- time is basically repeating itself. Life is a never ending cycle of the same monotonous events which everyone is oblivious to. Except me, of course.
Now, how did I notice this? What separates me from all the other mindless zombies of the wormhole that I live in? It didn't take me long to notice. I want to escape. Every other person seems to think that they have everything they need right here in the wormhole. Now when I say wormhole I don't mean like an actual wormhole, floating in space or whatever, its actually the town I live in.Though technically, its not a town, a town usually has at least a population of 20,000, while our little village-like settlement is barely scraping past five thousand. This means that I have seen everybody at least eight or nine times in my entire lifetime so far, which is precisely seventeen years, one month, and five days. Trust me, I've done the math.
And yeah, I have my age down to the day. Only thirteen more months to go until I plan to escape this place. Right after I turn eighteen in May then get my high school diploma in June, I'm leaving. Unfortunately, the only flaw in that is my family. Yeah, my family is definitely a problem.
Now don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my family, its just that we're very ...traditional. For example, my parents grew up together in this very wormhole, and everyone knew that they would date in high school and college then get married and have babies and live happily ever after. Everyone also knew that eventually that fairy tale ending wouldn't last and they would get a divorce, everyone except their own five children, I guess.
Yup, five children, yet another example of my family's traditions: there is no such thing as an only child, and two kids makes you look pitiful. So anyways, maybe year or so after they got married, my parents had a baby girl, my oldest sister, Azalea. Two years later, they had Calla. Next came Iris, then Lily. By now my parents, or my mother to be exact, was a little antsy for a boy. So then came Reed... and me, Rose. No one was expecting twins, so I pride myself in messing up the wormhole, even if it was just a little bit.
Now some of you, might say, 'Pfft, that's nothing.' , to which I say, 'Actually its the first rip in the wormhole in seven generations of Burkes.'. Which is true; within the last 175ish years, my family has lived in the same town, same house, same wormhole.
Okay, I feel like I'm getting repetitive now and I think you guys get it now: her and pretty much every ancestor before her has born, lived and died in the same place. Which is exactly why I, Rose Burke, will NOT be like everyone else. I might have been born here, but I do not plan to live here, and I most certainly do not plan to die here. And when I do escape, I won't look back.
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